The Dream Came True

 

Late last December, I told you about a storyline God was writing for us that shocked both of us when it began to come to pass. Throughout our entire marriage, we have dreamed of living on the water, but I confess my own faith was so small that I never imagined it would become a reality.

            I remember when I was still working at WBCL, and Ryan and I were trying to find work for him so we could move to Fort Wayne, we found a house we loved, and it was on a pond. We prayed so fervently for God to open that door, and for reasons we will never know, He did not open it. But in the course of those prayers, I remember asking Him to let us have a water view. I even told him a drainage ditch would work!

            (That dream came true at WillowBridge, but the water was so low in the ditch, it was hard to see.)

            Living on an actual lake seemed out of reach for us and were it not for a little fishing lake in a tiny town, it would still be financially out of reach for us. Lake properties in Indiana are outside our budget. But this one was a sweet little gift we are so happy we stumbled upon.

(Photo from the day we first saw the house.)

            And now we’re here.

            I have so many stories, and eventually some before and after pictures to share. Right now, we have pockets of space that are livable and pockets that are a disaster. We both find it difficult to feel settled until everything has found a home, so we really are working hard to get everything put away, but we also want to recognize that it doesn’t have to be done in a day – or so we tell ourselves.

            Sunday evening, we sat down on the couch (which we put together for the express purpose of being able to rest) and looked out over the water. Feet up, blankets on, water rippling with the tiniest whitecaps, we breathed for the first time in several days. We dared not look behind us or to the side, where boxes sat in piles, but if we just looked straight ahead, we saw nothing but beauty. I’m sure there is a spiritual lesson buried in there, but I’ll allow you to draw your own conclusion on that.

            To wake up in the morning and see the sunrise over the water…to see it slide down over the other end of the lake at night…this is a gift.

(Photo from last night.)

            I have been working to figure out the best way to share the stories of the move with you, and I’m not entirely sure how to approach it. The after pictures are indeed going to take a little time, but I’ll try to send along some stories for the meantime.

But while I figure out all of that, I just want to say I’m so profoundly grateful for the way it has all come about. I’m grateful we found the place at all. I’m grateful we were able to afford it. I’m grateful we were able to renovate it to make it our own. I’m grateful we were able to move early. I’m grateful for this view out my desk-space window. So much gratitude.

            Dreams really do come true!