I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU CALL IT...

Often I get teased, lovingly about my belief

in prayer and The Big Man, God.

Sometimes I am mocked by my beliefs

and I am also not proud of the way I have

let my faith on the "wayside" over the last year.

Not that I don't believe nor not in love with my God,

just living life not as close to Him as I need to be

or have been in the past.

I need to get back to where I was a few years ago.

With all that being said, I pray every day, every night.

Now to the story of yesterday.

Since I moved into the cottage,

I have had a sweet house sitter who maintains

the big house, cuts the grass and lives in 

it just so it is not empty. Our deal is that

he house sits and I do the inside vacuum and 

mopping. So yesterday was my day to clean.

I went there, as he was at work and I see this

home, this beautiful home that has only bad

memories for me. Aside from the months that

Baby boy, Kd and Bean lived there when their

house was being built and the very few weeks

Gypsy baby lived with me after our separation,

the house has only bad memories for me.

Yet, it is a beautiful home, needs to be loved by a family.

As I mop I begin to talk the the Big Man.

'YOU KNOW MY HEART, YOU KNOW WHAT

IS BEST FOR ME. PLEASE LEAD ME IN WHAT IS

RIGHT...." SEND SOMEONE TO TAKE THIS 

BEAUTY OUT OF MY LIFE, MAKE IT A 

DISTANT MEMORY. IF I AM TO JUST LET IT

GO FOR ALMOST NOTHING, THEN LEAD ME

THAT WAY..."

Then I just keep thinking and talking to Him

in my head the way I once did daily.

I am so confused about what to do,

should I let it go for 60,000 under the appraisal price?

I know I need to try and hold on for a while longer

as someone somewhere will find and buy this house.

Then, I swear, no sooner do I load my car to come

back to the cottage, I get a text from my realtor, Vicki,

"I need to show the house tonight"

After not showing the house for months,

just as I finish up with my praying,

that text....

And I am to believe prayers are not heart???

Not this girl, I need to do more praying.

The showing went really well and I continue

to pray hard and ask all the help me out here

Let this be the one....

Yet, even if it is not, just the way it all happened

has me knowing, BELIEVING 

there is a Big Man out there!!!!

I have a feeling, soon I will only have the cottage 

to worry about!

Just wanted to share a small miracle of yesterday.

Of course, my babies will call in coincidence...

I call it miracle.