Well, a month and a half later, and I've just about moved everything into the house I'll rent from my grandmother. This has NOT been an easy transition. I'm very much missing the freedom of living on my own, although I do enjoy the company that living with my parents provides.
However, I will be so glad to be back in my own personal space. Of course, nothing could run smoothly. My grandmother is a sick woman, who MUST worry and work herself up over things. This does not bode well for future renters. Now that the house is almost done (we just need the yard leveled and the roof over the carport redone), she is telling my mom that she can't handle the stress of the house, and she doesn't want to rent it. I, of course, am livid. I haven't waited this long, moved all of my gigantic furniture in, and put up with things to be told she "just doesn't want to rent it". Why do all of the remodeling to let it sit there? So, in effect, I'm ignoring the fact that she has said this to my mom, and today I hung up the curtains in my dining room.
Ugh...why would things run smoothly?? There must be some lesson I'm meant to learn in all of this. God wouldn't have uprooted me from my life in Houston, to return me to my roots if it wasn't part of the plan. I can only try to wait patiently while my next steps are revealed. It is so difficult to let go of what I want from my life to believe that what He wants will be shown. I just trust that God wouldn't have put the love and desire for a husband and children in me if he didn't plan to allow it. Just because it hasn't happened how I wanted it to doesn't mean that it isn't going to happen. I've never been patient when it comes to things I want.
Maybe that is my lesson.
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