Two years ago we lost out on a house on Maple Lane, but when I took this picture we didn’t know it yet. We were so excited to finally be looking at getting into a house and out of the apartment. We walked around downtown Newburgh hoping to hear our offer was accepted. But it wasn’t. At the time, we were gutted.
But timing is everything.
The older I get, the more I understand this concept. The older I get, the more I’m able to look back and see the different strings that intertwine to make the current pattern of our lives.
It’s difficult to understand why things are or aren’t happening as they happen. It took us a year to sell our house in Kentucky. A year of living in a one bedroom apartment in a new city and working an hour away. We found our current house fifteen minutes after it went on the market and we made our offer the next day. It’s my favorite home. Timing was everything.
It took us three years to have Sawyer. Three years of praying and hoping, doctor visits and various interventions. We found out I was pregnant three months after moving into our house. And he was due at the end of the school year (after state testing!). God’s timing, not ours, was perfect.
While living them, those stretches of time seemed like eons. Yet from where I am sitting now, I can look back and see the course clearly. Because our home took forever to sell, we were able to scoop up our new home.
Waiting those years for Sawyer gets us through sleepness nights and fussy spells.
So many things had to work together for us to be where we are, a place I am thankful for daily. I try remind myself of that when I can’t understand why things work out the way they do. Eventually, hopefully, I’ll be able to see it clearly.
As for now, Sawyer is coming up on his first birthday and I am now snuggly ensconced in my thirties. We’ve been in our home for almost two years. What’s the saying? The days are long but the years are short. I definitely understand this more now than ever.