We were feeling like the waters of life were coming upon us and knew it was time to make some adjustments. The primary stressor was our housing situation. Despite being extremely frugal, our large house with all the expenses was just too much for us. With our nest now empty we had two unused bedrooms. As my husband and I brought this to the Lord He began to move in our hearts letting us know that it would be wise to downsize and find a more affordable home. Within just a few days we went from being overwhelmed, to relinquishment, to . . . amazing! We found a new home to live in within 24 hours of our notifying our landlord of our intentions to leave! And within two weeks we would have a new home.

Presently, we have been living in a fishbowl of sorts, a corner lot with no trees. The house is beautiful, but I would rather have less house and more privacy and a yard to enjoy any day. When we drove into what will be our new home I could hardly believe it! I asked the Lord for a yard with trees and He has provided us a home on a small horse farm with a beautiful, secluded, treed lot. As my dear friend said, it’s a little piece of heaven. Having grown up with horses, this is so wonderful. If we are going to live in rural Maine, we might as well do it right.

Below is a poem that was in my devotional the night I knew it was time to move. It was really hard to let go of this house that I had tried so hard to hang on to during some very difficult times to maintain stability for my family. But it is only a house. God is our dwelling place. And when God moves, it is time to follow His lead.

Have you come to the Red Sea place in your life,
Where, in spite of all you can do,
There is no way out, there is no way back,
There is no other way but through?
Then wait on the Lord with a trust serene
Till the night of your fear is gone;
He will send the wind, He will heap the floods,
When He says to your soul, “Go on.”

And His hand will lead you through–clear through–
Ere the watery walls roll down,
No foe can reach you, no wave can touch,
No mightiest sea can drown;
The tossing billows may rear their crests,
Their foam at your feet may break,
But over their bed you shall walk dry shod
In the path that your Lord will make.

In the morning watch, ‘neath the lifted cloud,
You shall see but the Lord alone,
When He leads you on from the place of the sea
To a land that you have not known;
And your fears shall pass as your foes have passed,
You shall be no more afraid;
You shall sing His praise in a better place,
A place that His hand has made.