Great news. We now have a contract on the house. If things go well, we’ll close at the end of May and relocate to the Nashville area. It seems like only a few weeks ago I first made the drive to Nashville, living in hotels before renting a room in a house. Now, four months later, we’ll all be together under the same roof.
A few weeks ago I was pretty stressed out about selling the house. I was tired of making the drive every weekend and not being there for school plays, report cards, dinners and lost teeth. I had several people, including my mom say “well, God may have a reason for the house not selling before now”.
I’ve always been pretty careful about saying or thinking whether God was involved in such details. With wars and disasters happening around the world, did God really have time to influence when my house would sell? Was He holding up someone putting an offer on our house? Does God really get involved in our lives like that? Would He really put a hold on our house until the semester was over so my kids could finish the school year?
I prayed hard that night. Asking for some discernment and understanding and probably comfort more than anything. It was an emotional night for me; unable to sleep for hours wondering when or even if the house would sell and how much longer I was going to be commuting back and forth.
Now I’ve never put much stock in dreams. I usually hate it when someone starts a conversation with “I had the weirdest dream last night”. But the next morning, I woke up with so much comfort about our move. I dreamed that I was out on a story on an artist. It was an old college buddy of mine who I hadn’t thought of or even wondered about in years. He was the creative type in college who might have grown up to be some type of artist. So in the dream, I was interviewing him and looking at some of his artwork. The woodwork didn’t look that unique to me at first, until he said…”You have to look at it until the light catches it just right. You have to look at the DETAIL.”
Well, when I moved my head around so the light caught it in different ways, I could see the name “God”.
God was in the detail of that artwork! Why that dream popped in my head, I don’t know. Was that God’s way of telling me “I’m taking care of the details in your life”. Did I make that dream appear because I was thinking about it as I fell asleep? And if that’s the case, why in the world did I remember that old college buddy who I haven’t heard from in nearly 20 years?
Regardless, I’m convinced that God is in the details of our lives if we invite Him and allow Him to shine light on them. As Garth Brooks sings ‘Maybe God knows what He’s doing after all.”
“Delight thyself also in the Lord: and He shall give the the desires of thy heart”. Psalms 37:4