Tough hugs, and brambles yet ahead
I’m bone-ragged from a pleasant Lord’s day of fellowship, visiting much of the afternoon while standing on concrete in our church’s parking lot; then an evening of leave taking from friends and the pastor of our sister church an hour away, where we have visited off and on as long as we’ve been with our own church. Somehow, the idea of missing and being missed was something I had not fully factored into the happy transition scenario. But we know we will never be in one place with everyone we love this side of glory.
At this point I feel as though I am walking along a peculiar slope, partly pasture and partly brambles. I received a bright green grazing treat from Heidi: a profound and whimsical spider poem that by my reckoning outclasses Blake. Among the brambles, with a most congenial home inspection engaged by our presumptive buyers behind us, an appraisal remains to be scheduled that will determine whether the lender will come through; and therefore, whether the sale will proceed or fail. My ebullient realtor gives it an 80% chance of success. My worldview being what it is, I see a 20% chance of failure; and despite two years of graduate-level statistics, this translates into Failure is Inevitable. I wish my realtor would accept backup offers; but the Market would guffaw: “Are you kidding? You’re lucky you got an offer!” I know. And each day till the appraiser comes, the trendline takes a dip.
I pray for peace of mind instead of reactivity to every nuance of every event and every possibility; but the Lord is permitting me for now to tread rivers of fire and ice. It will make the green pastures so much sweeter, and to God’s glory, I will thank him for his mercies. Visibility is pretty good ahead, and the brambles appear to thin out a little way up the slope.