Not the Timeline I Wanted, but God Had Other Plans

We finally closed on the loan.

And I wish I could say I’ve been patient through this process—but the truth? I’ve been frustrated, anxious, even jealous at times. Friends around us are moving right along with their builds. Their foundation poured, framing is up—and here we were, still waiting on paperwork.

I wanted to go faster. I wanted to be there already. I thought this new house would be the start of our next chapter. A fresh season. A new beginning. But God kept whispering, “Not yet.”

And here’s the honest truth: even though we’ve closed, I know the waiting isn’t over. We haven’t even started building, and I already know what’s coming. Delays. Weather. Rain that won’t quit. In fact, go ahead and blame us now—Houston’s probably about to have the wettest summer on record. It’s like washing your car and watching the skies open up the next day. You're welcome.

But in all the waiting—past and future—God has been doing something in me. He’s been teaching me to slow down. To breathe. To stop staring at what’s next and notice what’s now. Because while I’ve been dreaming about our future home, I’ve been standing in the middle of the one that built so much of our story.

This house has held so much life - dinner with friends who turned into family. Walks up and down the street. Bike rides, dog walks, and the occasional cow that wandered into the yard—pure entertainment for our then three-year-old. We’ve celebrated birthdays, hosted back-to-school parties, had sleepovers, movie nights, and long talks on the porch. We’ve laughed here, cried here, fought here, and healed here. This house hasn’t just held our stuff—it’s held our story.

So as we step into what’s next, I’m learning to carry it all—the excitement, the delays, the longing, the gratitude. And maybe the house isn’t the only thing being built - maybe I am, too.