Billy and I have moved 14 times since being married. We have lived in 3 different apartments, 4 trailers (we lived in one trailer 2 different times), my mom's house, a concessions stand where we shared the bathroom with two Hispanic ranch hands (ask me about it sometime), a place we affectionately call the cellar, and 4 different houses. Some were kinda nice. Some were not nice at all. Most were very small. But we have never owned a home. This makes me sad. I always dreamed on a house that I loved. A house where all my kids friends wanted to come, and we had the room for them. A house where my children had wonderful memories growing up in our wonderful home. Where we opened our home to friends, families and maybe even strangers as God led us. Now, my children our not deprived, nor am I. But I have always believed this desire would not be there if it wasn't supposed to be realized. Until now though I wasn't sure where I wanted to live. I only knew where we live now is so small I am beginning to lose my mind. We are literally on top of each other. But this last year a specific home was put on the market. 1738 Alamo Ct. I remember when me and Billy first got married Eddie and Tonie Farmer (Toby's family) lived in this home. They had us over because Tonie was helping us by taking me to appointments and stuff. I remember walking into the house and being amazed at how beautiful it was. Wondering what it was like to live in something so lovely. I fell in love with that house. Now ten years later it is for sale again. It has sat on the market forever because the realtor is asking an obscene amount of money for it. So there it is. An obscenely big and expensive house that I want very much. So in the natural I know it probably seems ridiculous that I should expect it. But God is asking me to dream big with him, so I am. So I have no idea how exactly we will get this house. There has been some interesting turns that lead me to believe that God is working in our favor. I have felt opposition. From the enemy, from my mind, from our checking account, and from people at times. It is not my heart to try to live out of our means. But it is the desire of my heart to have this home. My life doesn't hang on it. If for some reason I don't get it, I will cry and be disappointed and then get over it. But will you believe with me that God would make a supernatural way for us to have it. Will you pray that I will get "the how out of here"! I am not sure of the how's, but I know my God is willing and able. I am going to school to get a job to help with the financial increase a house payment would put on our finances. I believe this house is perfect for us. Almost everyday I drive to it and stop in front on it and ask God for it. I will continue until I possess it or God tells me a firm NO. I would probably be a miracle. But lucky for me I serve a God who majors in the supernatural. And as the 2 year old worship CD Mrs. Becky handed out this week says, "I have a mighty messiah that manifests miracles down in the depths of my heart. Where? Down in the depths of my heart!"