Going Home

Every time I run across a group picture or self taken picture inside my old home, I get sad. I feel like I've been here at the in-laws long enough and it's now time to go home...except I can never go back. The realization that the blue house at McEver Lane is no longer mine fills me with just a tiny sense of grief. I can close my eyes and recall every inch of that home, I can walk around in that home blinded and I'd know where every plate, pots and pans are. Like a true owner, I know all the ins and outs of that home. All I want to do is go home. Is that too much to ask for? In this case, yes. It is just too much to ask for right now. The sky is very gray today with sprinkles here and there, which adds to my mood. Lurking around the internet, I decided to google my old home today. It's listed for sale on the market again. Seeing pictures of every single corner brings tears to my eyes. This only further proves that I really need to come to closure with this case. One day, we'll buy a house again and we'll make that our home. One day can't come soon enough. God knows what's best for my husband and me and in God, we'll cast our trust. Oh Lord, won't You please provide for us again and restore onto us Your love and blessings? While I am waiting, I will pray. I'll be praying until I can go home again.