One Step Closer

This is a phrase I have been repeating to myself quite often these days. It's been a pretty monumental week. Very rarely do you leave your first ever grown-up job and move out of and close on your first home all in one week. But I did.
Saturday was the big move out of my first home. The song "The House that Built Me" by Miranda Lambert comes to mind. I bought this house, my first home, when I was 23. I was young and had never lived somewhere where my parents didn't pay the bill. It's where I learned to be independent. It's where I learned that if it can break, it probably will. It's where I attempted to learn to cook {:mostly to the serenade of the fire alarm:}. But mostly it is the place where I have so many sweet memories of learning what it means to be an adult and laughing and learning along the way with my friends and family.
As I put the house on the market I was anxious for people to start looking at it and to get the process rolling. Then, when I got a contract on the house, I was ready to slow the ball down. In the waiting period of selling my house I prayed that whoever lived in that home would honor and live to God's glory. As I handed the keys across the table today at closing I couldn't help but think "how good is God?" You see, I happened to sell my house to a friend of mine....who I met through church. How awesome is that?! I closed with just 3 weeks left before I leave. Talk about perfect timing. Oh, and did I mention she was with the same realtor as me? Which if you aren't familiar with real-estate, means that I had a lower realtor fee. Cha-Ching!
It's pretty amazing in itself to be moving to Australia, but to have God continually reaffirm the move through answered prayers and favor is kinda crazy cool too.

{:Myself, my realtor, and Shannon-the new home owner:}