Holding My Breath

Today, my hands shook a little as I pressed “send” on the text with our house offer. It may have only been a click of a button, but in my heart, it felt like a leap of faith. Buying a home is not just a financial decision; it’s deeply personal. It’s about imagining where life will unfold—meals shared, laughter echoing in the walls, quiet mornings with coffee, and evenings winding down in comfort.

Right after sending it, the waiting began. And that’s where the heart races. Questions crowd in: What if they don’t accept? What if someone offers more, or if we have offered too much? What if this isn’t the right one after all?

I had to pause and remind myself of something bigger: what is meant for us will not pass us by.

So instead of spiraling into “what ifs,” I whispered a prayer:

"God, calm my anxious heart. Help me trust that You see the bigger picture, even when I can’t. If this home is meant for us, open the door wide. If not, guide us gently to where we are meant to be. Either way, I choose to rest in Your timing, not mine."

So now we wait—and while we do, I’ll keep repeating this wish to myself: may peace take the place of worry, may trust overcome fear, and may I remember that home is not just walls and a roof—it’s wherever love, patience, and faith live.