One door shut.
Yesterday we heard of a possible place to rent. Looking online this place looked PERFECT. I mean, perfect.
I tried desperately to not get my hopes up. But if you know me, you know I'm not good at that. At all.
So I called this morning and sure enough, they only rent under certain circumstances, none of which we meet.
I had prayed and prayed that God would shut this door quickly if it wasn't going to work. I didn't want to get upset if it didn't work out-ha.
Yesterday after church we were introduced to a realtor that deals with these particular properties, and when I talked to her today she said she will send out an email to her other agents and see what is available to rent. So this must be a step forward, right?
Why do I always get my hopes up so early? I hate when I do that.
I'm desperate to get out of here. I know God's timing is perfect, so I wish I would stop running ahead of Him!