Losing control is so underrated.

 It's amazing to me how much meaning & emotion these little items can hold.  Dreams, anxiety, happiness, joy, excitement, responsibility.  Yes, these are the keys to our new home.  

 If you had told me exactly 2 years, 3 months, and 6 days ago that I would be preparing to move in to a house with my husband right now, I would have looked at you like you had brussel sprouts for eyeballs.   It's just another amazing reminder to me at how perfect God's plan is. 

    I will be the first one to admit (as my husband will attest) that I can be controlling at times.  Ok, most of the time.  I like to have things my way, I don't like surprises, and I like to have a plan of action.  None of this fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants and "we'll figure it out later" crap.

 Which is probably exactly why my life has been directed the way that it has.  Just when I think I'm in control, I get a gentle, or sometimes not so gentle reminder that He is.

It's been a very hard lesson for me to learn, and by no means have I aced the test.  But I think I have gotten a little bit better.  Our wedding was a great test for me. 

 I knew exactly how I wanted everything to look, but I resigned myself early on that there was no way I could do everything by myself.  And that was ok.  And everything turned out more beautiful than I could ever have imagined, thanks to the hard work of my family & friends. And quite a lot of help from Upstairs.

  So, as I prepare myself for a 3rd story move-out (for those of you who know what I mean, I am truly sorry but thank you in advance for your help), and a new beginning in a place that my husband and I can call our own (well sort of, I'm sure the bank would have something to say about that),  I am ready to give up all control to God and trust that He will take care of us, provide for us, and lead us on the right path.  

And when I forget, I will have this post to come back to and remind me.   :)