Blog 60:

“The Right Home, Not the Perfect One” by Beth O.

 

Today feels symbolic—a day that honors both toil and trust, both human effort and divine providence. And so, I write about my own journey: the search for a permanent home, a quest that began in the latter part of 2025.

Since then, I have wandered through listings, weighed costs, and measured dreams against the hard edges of reality. Yet the right place has not revealed itself. My financial limits, my needs, my hopes—they all stand as gatekeepers, reminding me that this decision is not simple.

Some of my siblings  PROBABLY think I am stalling, that I am deliberately taking my time so our ancestral home cannot yet be sold. They are mistaken. Only God knows how earnestly I have tried, how many nights I have wrestled with choices, how many mornings I have prayed for clarity.

My brother-in-law tells me not to overthink, that perfection is a mirage, and that I must simply choose the best among what is available. But I am not chasing perfection. I am searching for something deeper—something that feels like refuge, like peace, like destiny.

I know the search has been long, and perhaps to some it looks like hesitation. But hesitation is not my companion—faith is. Each step I take is guided not by fear of letting go, but by the hope of finding where I truly belong.

I am not chasing for the perfect, nor am I clinging to the past. I am asking for the right.

And when that moment comes—when the right place finally reveals itself—I will walk through its threshold with gratitude, knowing that this journey was never about delay, but about discernment.

 


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