{"id":3586,"date":"2014-06-14T10:33:18","date_gmt":"2014-06-14T15:33:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lovingonme.com\/?p=3586"},"modified":"2017-05-08T19:16:51","modified_gmt":"2017-05-09T00:16:51","slug":"what-to-do-when-god-makes-no-sense","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lovingonme.com\/2017\/2014\/06\/14\/what-to-do-when-god-makes-no-sense\/","title":{"rendered":"What to Do When God Makes No Sense"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"What<\/a>It\u2019s been 7 months since God said let\u2019s go to New York. I was shocked, but not really surprised. For months God had been sending me signals that a change was on the way. I just had no idea what it would be.<\/p>\n

So rather than ratchet up the worry, I made a conscious choice to be obedient. I figured, if I\u2019m following God\u2019s lead how hard can this be?<\/p>\n

Sure enough, things begin to fall into place! Listed my home for sale and within a week had a buyer offer a contract. But I was kind of shocked, because they weren\u2019t who I pictured buying the house.<\/p>\n

You see, when I listed the house I explained to my realtor and my family that my house was a healing house\u2026Yeah, I know. You have the same look on your face as the realtor.<\/p>\n

But here\u2019s the deal \u2013 when I found my house it was just a few months after my divorce. I felt raw, hurt and angry. My nerves were on edge and I was desperately seeking my space in the world where I could just be.<\/p>\n

The day I first viewed the house it was pouring down raining. But when I walked in my spirit settled, and I felt like I was home.<\/p>\n

I couldn\u2019t understand it until I met the homeowner, and after talking a while, I told him I had just gotten a divorce and was starting over. He said, oh you\u2019re the one. This house is for you. I moved in right after my divorce, and this house is where I healed. It has a blessing over it. It\u2019ll be good for you.<\/p>\n

He was right. The 7 years I lived there, God lead me beside the still waters, and restored my soul. When I got ready to sell the house, God told me it was time for the next soul to occupy that space. That I was ready to move on, and someone else needed to heal.<\/p>\n

Of course that made perfect sense to me, but the realtor? Not so much. Truthfully, my family didn\u2019t get it either. Because logically when you\u2019re selling your house, you\u2019re not supposed to care who buys it. In fact, they said it to me so much that eventually I said, well I guess they\u2019re right. I\u2019m worried about the wrong thing.<\/p>\n

So I accepted the offer, and quickly pursued an apartment I\u2019d fallen in love with in New York. Well, the euphoria around that decision lasted about a week, until the buyer pulled out and I had another decision to make.<\/p>\n

Check out what I decided to do:<\/p>\n