As for me and my house we will serve the Lord

Happy Monday, friends.
It's Mondays like this that make me really exhausted, lazy, and overall fed up with everything that's going on around me. But this month is very exciting, as is the next month, and the next month after that. But why? Well you probably won't care, but hey just for fun keep on reading because this might be an exciting story about the power of prayer and THE GRACE OF GOD. (Who doesn't like those stories?)
A little background info, my family and I have not lived in a house for over seven years due to divorce and other personal reasons. Since then we've been living in apartments and town houses. And my little sister and I have been fine with it, of course at that age we tended to complain, but we were young! As we grew older and our family began to grow (another baby sister, and a puppy) we became accustomed to living in such small conditions and our complaints began to seize. Now that our family was bigger and certainly not fit for just two bedrooms, a living room, a bathroom, and fairly small kitchen, we began to discuss about the buying of a house. And as much as we talked about it, it seemed as though we could buy a house, easy as pie! But it seemed everytime we were sure of buying a house, we never really did. This lasted about two years and my excitement for a house started to die down. I sort of made the conclusion that we wouldn't move any time soon, which made me quite somber but I put that aside and just thanked God for giving  my family a roof over our heads. My parents would say, "Don't worry. God is going to bless us, he knows what he's doing."

Two years flew by and it was the beginning of 2014, a new year. New years resolutions were being shared and I over heard my mom talking about a goal she had made for herself to buy a house for us. And having hopes so high before I blew it off and didn't get too excitied about the statement she had said. Well to just sum it all up January was full of: complaining about the neighbours, complaining about the landlords, and complaining about the whole apartment building itself. (Most of the complaining was from Laney and I). I'm pretty sure my parents were getting sick of our complaining so they told us to replace our complaining with prayers. So every night before we went to bed our family prayed (like usual, the "Our Father" in case you were wondering) and we would pray for a house. So that's what we did every night, and for me during the day as well. Then during mid January sort of near the end we began looking for houses and one house in particular caught our eyes and it seemed like love at first sight. Long story short, we didn't get that house and our hopes for a new house began to die once again.
Then on February fifth, just five days from today my parents decided to show us one last house before we headed out to youth group. We had talked about this house but they gave us really vague answers when we asked them about it. So while driving our parents told us to put our hats down over our eyes so we couldn't see. I was sort of excitied but something in me told me to calm down and not get my hopes up. When they finally stopped they told us to get out of the car. We stepped out and they led us towards the front door and placed us both in the "corners" of the house. They told us to take off the blind folds and I opened my eyes to a very empty and very beautiful home. Perfect for a couple with three girls and a dog (and possibly even more if God wants to surprise us). As we were looking around we all sort of stopped in the bottom of the stairs, all silent, and just looking at eachother. When my dad said, "So I guess this is our house now." and we all sort of smiled and laughed, and I knew we all were thanking God at the same time. We'll be moving on the Third of March and we are all very very exctited and we can't stop thanking God.
God has done so much for our family and this is just one example on how his timing is so perfect. It shows how awesome he really is, and that even if we feel like giving up we should never stop praying. We shouldn't stop praying because we feel like it's not going to work. We shouldn't stop praying because God has answered your prayer and you feel like "oh well he answered it, my job is done." Prayer should not feel like a chore. It should not be used only when you need something. Prayer is to ask for God's guidance and to thank him for everything he has done for you (good and bad). So yes! That is all for now, I hope it wasn't too much to read. I hope this made you smile and or your heart smile.


~Emmy