Mr. Wonderful and I are waiting.
We made an offer on the little cottage by the lake yesterday and we are so aware of being held in God's hands and of that special corner of earth waiting to be cared for again.
Morning dawned blue and crisp yesterday and our vision for what we'd do with the unloved little cottage grew stronger.
Soon we will know more but for now we wait.
We hope.
We nurture a dream.
Someone else has made an offer, too.
But this seems to have God's fingerprint on it for our lives.
So we wait.
This morning I am thinking of the huckleberry bushes and the owls and the deer.
And one forlorn little cottage just waiting to be loved again.
