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I had entire post written about my shopping trip to Ulta this afternoon. I had planned to share about the turquoise nail polish I bought and my newfound love of Urban Decay makeup. I had set aside the camera for a picture of my new headband that doesn't cut off circulation to my ears.

And I deleted it.

Another thought entered my mind, and this one seemed just a bit more important. We're closing on our old house sometime in the next three weeks. The whole thing just hit me at once, and I'm not completely sure how I'm going to handle this.

That's not entirely true.

At this time last year, my life was a jumbled chaos. I honestly thought I was headed for a divorce and a stint in the hospital, not entirely sure which one would come first. All I knew was that something had to give, or I was giving up.

So I prayed.

I opened my calendar and picked a date. I needed an answer by that date. By the time July rolled around, I thought I was supposed to spend another year. Alone. In a big house. With no friends around.

So much of life is beyond our control. By the time that date rolled around, everything was done, and it all happened in that one last week.

For most of this year, we've wondered what we were supposed to do next. We've been paying two mortgage payments. Two electric bills. Two insurance premiums. It's been a stretch, but our bills have been paid, and I've had plenty of nail polish shopping sprees along the way.

In the least likely real estate market, we had an acceptable offer on our home. In the lowest annual income year of our married life, we had enough money in the bank. In a county where so many other government employees are losing their jobs, I was offered one that is much closer to my dream job.

I can't explain it, but life is just funny like that.

Just enough.

Just in time.

This is why I believe in God.
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Christy said…
Beautiful. It's funny - we don't always see His hand in the middle of our darkness. But I love that moment when it his me - He's been there all along - providing, protecting and working our circumstances out for our benefit.
And - I've always wanted to try Urban Decay! Have fun with your new goods!
5:58 PM
Rebecca Jeffries-Hyman said…
Grrrl, you said it! Isn't it cool that He writes the story so much better than we could?
8:44 PM
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