Two years ago, God began speaking to me and Tracy that our season in Amarillo was coming to an end. It was quite a shock as we had both envisioned remaining there in our “forever” home surrounded by a great community of lifelong friends. But we trust Him with EVERYTHING and so began the tedious task of packing up our lives and “stuff” from the past three, almost four, decades.

We bought the house on Lamar in the fall of 1992, the year our eldest (who is now 37 years old) was starting first grade. When his teacher came for her home visit, we were stunned to find out the home had been built by her grandparents. (We were only the second owners.) She was able to share so many memories and special facets of the home that only a previous owner or family member could have shared. It was a special treat for her and us.

We loved our home. We were so grateful for how God had blessed us with a home far beyond our hopes and dreams. Thirty one years out of our 38 years of marriage were spent in that home. But no way did we want to remain if God had something else in store for us. (More news on that front coming soon!)

We put our home on the market the first week of May 2022, just as interest rates headed north and buyers needed time to catch their breath. We waited. And waited. With multiple confirmations along the way that God would be faithful to our obedience and the belief that He was holding our home specifically for someone else.

After 15 months, we met the “someone else”. We were praying for a family that would love the home and feel as blessed as we felt to live there. They are everything we prayed for! Having sold almost everything to follow God’s call to a Young Life job in Austria (and ending up providing relief efforts during the war in Ukraine), the new owners planned on being overseas indefinitely. But things beyond our control can change the best laid plans. So they headed back to the States, with four kids in tow, where God had saved a home they had seen and fallen in love with months earlier. (Conveniently located one block away from their Amarillo family.) We accepted their offer last month and the house closed 10 days ago.

One final cleaning.

One final mowing.

Papers were signed.

Keys were handed over. (SOOOO WEIRD to no longer have the freedom to come and go to a home you’ve had access to for 31 years!!!)

Tears were shed.

Joy prevailed.

Yesterday, as I sat out back at our new home with a cup of coffee enjoying a beautiful sunrise, I was struck with so much thankfulness and gratitude. Thankful for the decades we had a beautiful home in which to raise our four children. Thankful that God has a plan, even when it almost always takes longer than we anticipate. Thankful that He sees us. Thankful that He cares about non-eternal things than impact our lives.

He is faithful!!!

“Now to Him who is able to do exceedingly abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that works in us, to Him be glory in the church by Christ Jesus to all generations, forever and ever. Amen.” Ephesians 3:20-21

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  1. Those are precious memories! I, too, have been living in a home longer than any other home (24 years), and I have loved each and every year spent in it. It is my earthly sanctuary. But it is not my permanent home. I have thanked God many, many times for it, but have told Him I will go where He leads my husband and me. Your story is a beautiful reminder of that.

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