The Plan

I am a planner.

I always have a plan for everything. Sometimes it is in my head, sometimes it is on paper.

Noah is not a planner.

We compliment each other.

Last spring we had our 3 little boys, we were training for our first tri, our house was on the market and we had fingers of volunteerism in a lot of different things. We were both working. It was pretty stressful.

Not pretty stressful.

Very stressful.

We took our house off the market in August and completed our tri. Noah rotated off the Elder Board, and I quit nursing the baby.

And we started trying to figure out what to do next.


Do we add on to our existing house?

Do we buy the lot next door?

Do we try to sell again in the spring?

Do we just wait and see what happens for now?

Do we make modifications without an addition?


And then the economic situation kept getting worse.

And I couldn't get as many shifts.

And Noah had/has shut down days at work.


So we finished our basement room.

And we are redoing our bathrooms.

And we hope to put a new deck on this summer.


We closed on our refinance last week.

We got a great rate.


So now we are just going to wait.

And be content.


Today I drove past the house that I have admired since high school.

And buying a house like that is a dream.

But my plans and my dreams are not always the best.

I wonder what God has in store for us in the future.

It may not be what I planned.

But I kinda think it is going to be amazing.