Well, I’ve counted those eggs and counted them again, and still our house purchase seems tenuous, at best. We’re working with a short sale and it’s no easy task. We think we have a deal with the bank, we wait three weeks only to hear they still don’t like the offer (even though it was one of the counter-offers they gave to us). So, we finally told them no and looked at two other houses that, let’s just say, weren’t for us. Our realtor calls just to double check, have we changed our mind about the house. No, we have not. Then he calls again and we have a new offer on the table that looks as good as chicken pot pie! And I start counting again. One. How will we arrange the land? Two. Where will we put the barn? Three. What color should we paint the girl’s room? Four. Should I try a new location for the fridge? Five. When do I get to strip the wall paper in the bath room? Six. What will I do with the dark wood paneling in the bonus room?
Still, hatched chicken or no, we know we are in our Father’s hand. He feeds the birds of the air and clothes the lilies of the field. He is our Jehovah-jireh, Jehovah-raah, Jehovah-nissi. My provider, my shepherd, my victory! And while I wait to see if one of these eggs will produce a chicken, I wait with expectation, hands lifted up toward the Lord’s throne! (Exodus 17:9-16)