Dream come true

A few years ago the dream became to sell our house. The house we spent countless hours building. Through sweat, tears and years of building. We envisioned retiring in this house and watching the sunsets through our front windows forever. Our house has become a place for people to come and feel comfortable. There is always an open door and a pan of cake or something good to eat ready to share with anyone who walks up our front steps. Our joy is sharing what we have with our friends, family and anyone who needs a place to be. There have been days that we look at our beautiful yard with all the hundreds of trees we lovingly planted and all the cedars and pine trees that we transplanted from ditches out east and it is hard to think about leaving. But we know this is the plan. This idea, dream, thought was placed on our hearts for a reason and we trust it. We know that God has something for us to do. We are ready.
So when after many lookers passed through our home. A family came to see. From the first moment I saw them and talked to them I knew. These where the people, these were to be our new neighbors. Wow. After so long, how could it be that it seemed the perfect family had come. Oh ya, I forgot who was in control. Who we had left it up to. All this time we had to be patient and we were (most of the time). We and our neighbors across the road had been praying for 2 years for the exact family that would be perfect to move in and I trust they are. They are great! They happen to have a name from our family and also the family across the road. They have similar interests as we do and we already feel like this is their home. As we pack up the house and pack our stuff into boxes we think about where this move will bring us and how cool the ride has been. How close our family has become through this experience.