Patience. God imprinted this on my heart as we started the journey of finding a new home and selling our condo. His Holy Spirit encouraged me to study the fruits of the spirit, starting with patience. Today something halted the possibility of moving as soon as we anticipated. Patience. My God has been preparing my heart, and given me peace that passes all understanding. For me patience starts with trusting my creator. 
I don't know where to start, and honestly I am a little afraid to start, afraid I've been suppressing something that will come out in writing. Here goes- we were supposed to close on our condo Friday. We knew last week that wasn't going to happen. We have had nothing but hiccups with the lender our buyer is using and our condo association. I say hiccups, but a lot have been road blocks. At one point the lady who works at the condo association gently hinted, that I should just call instead of coming to their office to make things happen. Everyone has been nice, but nothing has gotten done. I called every one I know to try and make it work. Today we FINALLY heard what we would have heard weeks ago if our buyers loan officer hadn't been fired. Our condo association is not approved for the type of program our buyer was trying to go through. There is some small possibility that our buyer can go through another program or lender, but our agent tried to convince their agent to switch about two weeks ago and no dice. So who knows, our agent is awesome and was saying she's willing to offer some part of her commission to make this deal close. We could do rent to own, we could do a lot of things….We just cancelled the inspection on our new home for the third time. After all who wants to pay $500 on an inspection and not be able to buy the house. Without selling our condo, we can't buy this other home. Gentleman Romero keeps saying regardless we have a place to live, and thats something to be thankful for, and thats true. 
In any case, its hard, hard to decide to let go. To let go of this idea of us in this home we were going to live in forever. Where D was gonna grow up and play in the tree house, and I was going to have family dinners on the patio with twinkly lights hanging from the pergola, all Parenthood style.
 To be honest I haven't let go yet, i was just thinking today of how I never wanted to move again after all this was over. How all I wanted to do was move in and die there, partially because I never want to pack my whole home again and partially because well, I love it. 
This from a girl who all she ever wanted to was move,from some one with perpetual wanderlust. Some one who has hauled all her stuff in a buick back and forth across town once a week about a 1000 times, in a kia half way across the country multiple times. Some one who "backpacked" Europe well just because I was 18 and could. I've packed so often in the past, but this was different. 
Tonight I am thankful for my family, for a reason to want to live somewhere forever and die there. For a place to live, and for learning that waiting on God it doesn't have to be scary. It doesn't have to be hard, it just takes patience and A LOT of trust.  
Trust I didn't have when I was being crazy,stressing out, calling everyone I knew to make this happen, telling my realtor not to worry me. She said, " don't worry, just pray." And I didn't pray nearly enough. That is NOT why I think this is happening, its just, I could always pray more, ya know? 
Trust I have now, that I don't know what will happen. Trust I have now, that most of our furniture was moved to my sister in laws, (two hours before we got the call)  now that we have no dressers or dining room table in our condo, now that my son's room is TOTALLY empty. But some of all those patience scriptures and God writing on my heart sunk in some time, PATIENCE. Pray for patience for me and my family. 
Thank you
Lady Romero