A man’s heart plans his way

But the Lord directs his steps. Prov. 16.9 NKJV

Prior to a mandatory four-day annual conference, my plan was to have the new cabin plumbed, wired with heat and air so we, my pets and I, could move in. That was my heart’s plan.

By conference time our custom tiny home had water so the cats were moved. This allowed a caretaker to easily come and feed them. The dogs were kenneled. A new light pole with an amber light was installed.

However, to take the next step, provide underground wiring to the tiny house, a 1977 mobile home must go to its new owner who has put $100 down. The unsightly mobile is sitting in my front yard blocking a clear path from the light pole to the cabin. The person hired to haul it 12 miles has a backlog.

Today I looked for a drop-leaf table and chairs for a small space adjacent to the kitchen and electric heater, as well as a new tiny recliner for my writing desk. The two piece desk will be situated in the living room. My former, well warn chair is going in the dogs’ room.  Buying time, I am, and waiting to be directed as to the next steps, the Lord has for me.


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