Last summer, Racer and I fell in love with a yellow house. We were looking for a bigger house because Blue would be joining our family. We found something we thought was perfect. It had 3 large upstairs bedrooms for kids and a great master bedroom on the mail level for us. 2 car garage, separate workspace/shed, decks, 3 acres some wooded area. We saw our family in the yellow house for a long time.
We wanted the yellow house, but we weren’t in a place at that time to officially put an offer in on it. We told our realtor that we DID indeed want it and to let us know if another offer was made.
Well, just a week later, we found out the house had been sold. We didn’t even know that an offer had been made! We were sad, upset and disappointed. We tried to look for other houses, but we just couldn’t agree on anything and thus stopped looking.
Here we are, almost a year later, thanking God we didn’t buy the yellow house. You see, God knows way better than us. He knew what this year would bring. He knew the unemployment was coming, thus we couldn’t have afforded the yellow house. He knew there were water leakage issues in the yellow house that would have been disastrous for us. He knew that our plans were not right.
Racer asked me today if we should take a picture of the yellow house as a reminder to wait for God’s plan.
Just now, I’m struck by the color of the house – yellow.
Slow. Caution. Warning.
I guess we’ve been taught a lesson. Hopefully we’ve learned it.
Rev. Kris Mares 