Moving and God's Will

We found a house we liked. We had good feelings about it. I sought the Lord's will, asking Him that if the house was for us, it would fall into place for us, as did our last house which has been such a blessing to us for five years. We put our house up for sale and it sold the next day, for what we'd always hoped and expected to trade for it, and so we were able to buy the place we'd found. Three weeks later we're all moved in. How beautiful it is to "be able to test and approve what God's will is- His good, pleasing and perfect will" (Romans 12:2). What simplicity and freedom there is in Jesus Christ to have the Holy Spirit light up the single path that our Father would have us to take. And to experience beyond this that truly God has "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future" (Jeremiah 29:11), is inexplicable joy. That the Creator of the Universe would involve Himself with me leaves me no room for pride. It makes me want to cry out as Peter did, "Go away from me Lord; I am a sinful man!" (Luke 5:8), at the same time clinging to Him, begging Him not to go. The house is squarish, three little bedrooms all on one side, a screened in deck, and a big open space that will be party central. I've been skateboarding through it. It's not unlike the simple designs I'd been sketching on my graph paper.