One of the most depressing things I do on a regular basis is house hunt. If you want to understand why this is a major downer, and you do not reside in the DC area, feel free to look up what $800K will get you here. Suffice it to say that it ain’t Barbie’s dream house.
After the five of us drove around most of Sunday afternoon, I was once again feeling like we will never, ever, ever (invoke Taylor Swift) find a house. Like ever.
After we got home I was in the kitchen when my husband came over and grabbed my shoulders.
“Listen,” he said, “don’t get down. The Lord has a plan.”
Can I tell you how much it means to me to have my husband remind me of this? Not because I don’t know it. I know it. But oftentimes we need to hear the truth we know.
This morning I am praising God for the truth in Jeremiah:
“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future” (29:11).
