How readily the heart clings to a vision of earthly comfort! The farmhouse near your sister, the timing of the sale, the offer that would set all in order, these looms so large that the soul attaches its peace to a transaction of brick and timber. There is a fever in this reaching after a thing just out of grasp, and I would have you examine whether you are building your house upon a rock, or upon the sand. For the rains descend, the floods come, and the winds blow upon every life; that house alone stands which is founded upon Christ and obedience to His sayings. Are you so fixed upon the dream house that you would count yourself undone if Providence withholds it? The Lord permits the sell, but He may employ a delay to draw you nearer to Himself, for He is near to them that are of a broken heart.
Consider the house of feasting you imagine, the family gatherings, the happiness of proximity. These are not evil in themselves, for a family feast is a pleasant thing. Yet even innocent joys become a snare when we grasp them as though they were our chief good. The heart that cries, "Give me Christ, or else I die!" finds that the nearness of the Master eclipses every plan. If the house sells, see that you do not fall down and worship the provision rather than the Provider. Judgment must begin at the House of God, and if He grants the desire, He will expect holiness, the law of His house, to govern all that takes place within those walls. Will that farmhouse be a place where grace flows forth, or where worldly ease stifles the spirit?
There is a Providence in dreams and in delays that silences our fretting. Pilate’s wife suffered many things in a dream, and the Lord may be speaking through your present suspense to show you what really occupies the throne of your affections. The house you long for is a mercy, but it is only a vessel in the great house of the Lord, a room in the mansion where many dwell and none go hungry. Do not set your hope upon the vessel; set it upon Him who orders all things for His own glory. If He grants the sale and the purchase, you must hold it as a steward, ready to entertain Christ in every room. If He withholds, what then? Is He not enough?
Pray, then, but pray as one who has learned to draw near with reverent boldness. Let your petition be this: "Lord, if this thing may be for Thy glory and my soul’s good, give it; if not, remove the craving and give me Thyself instead." Call upon Him while He is near, for in the very act of anxious desire, He is near you, though you may not recognize it. The burning of disappointment, the heat of waiting, these may be the very tokens that His presence is at work to purify. Lay the farmhouse, the showing, the offer, all at the feet of Jesus Christ. Trust Him, and He is yours. Whether you dwell in that beautiful place or in a humbler shelter, the house founded on the Rock shall never fall.