Well, I’m not sure how to write this all out, but in very short – we were given a sweet opportunity to sell our beloved downtown cottage we lovingly call “the Miller Manor”, and take a leap of faith as we find the NEXT Miller Manor.
You can’t imagine the heartache, prayers, tears, and time we have spent over this big decision for our family. But the Lord is good, and He is guiding us as the opportunity unfolds.
For the first 7 years of our marriage, as a couple of new small business owners, it was impossible for us to qualify for a home loan, but it remained our hearts deepest desire. All we wanted was a quaint little place we could call our own in those years (and years) of rentals. We witnessed a small miracle happen in our financial life that year as we turned our worries to God, and our sweet little house fell into our lap.
It had been a childhood dream of mine to live in downtown St. George, to buy a little old house and fix it up. As a young girl, my parents owned a quaint little beauty salon right in the heart of the city. I grew up in that salon, ran around the grounds, and became dearly acquainted with all the business owners – most of whom still have businesses there today. We would go for walks, and play in the tree-lined streets and as we drove home to our suburban neighborhood, I would pick my favorite houses up the block and day-dream about the life I would live there when I grew up.
How sweet it has been to see that dream come to life.
This house has been such a tender mercy for me, and even writing this makes me teary. This house has been my dream come true, and I haven’t even dreamed beyond it. I have felt like the luckiest girl in the world to have this precious place of safety, security, and so much joy. A little house literally bursting with my own children and a happy, full, beautiful life. I have not, and will not ever get over it. This dream of mine was hard won, but worth it ten million times.
But this house wasn’t our forever house. It was a house to wrap us up in a time we needed it, to provide us shelter from life’s storms for a season, and has provided us an opportunity to turn the page to the next chapter of our lives. What a sweet gift this house has been. I can’t say that enough. This home will be cherished for the rest of my life, in some of our happiest of memories.
But for now, I am looking forward to the home waiting for us. Because as I have been reminding myself, it’s not the manor that makes the Millers, it’s the Millers that make the manor.
*cue all the tears*