Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Rainclouds and Dashed Dreams

It's raining today.

The weather often mirrors my mood, and today is no exception. Late last night we got a call from the people selling the charming farm house I've been fantasizing about for months. The one I finally wrangled our budget to afford and made it, within pennies.

"We had the house reappraised and are raising the price $25,000."

Wow.

Kinda feels like having your hopes roundhouse kicked to the teeth.

Yes, I know God has bigger and better plans. Yes, I know His plan will ultimately make us happier than our petty puny little dreams.

But for now, I'm having a hard time letting go of my strawberry patch behind the barn. And the large lazy pasture for my dream milk cow, being chased by the chickens and pig. And the tire swing in the front yard on the birch tree. And the pellet stove where my husband was going to warm his toes after a cold work day. And the alcove in the attic bedroom with the slanty roof, a charmingly ideal... *sigh*... nursery.

Today, there's weeping in our little house of happiness.