Dancing in the Rain

After four days of crying, two days of rage and a day of emotional exhaustion and just plain numb, I got up today and ENJOYED MY FARM. Brylie, Nani and I groomed the horses and rode all over our beautiful farm.  Such a gorgeous day! Thank you Lord!!
Things are starting again to fall into place and new peace is upon me.
The couple that bought our house have managed to purchase the barn with 8 additional acres from the guy who bought the land.  Yesterday I had the blessing of chatting with the mother of the wife of the couple and she told me how excited they are about the house and farm. Their little son, she went on, cried because he wanted to live here. And not only are his grandparents buying the minis for him, his family want Hattie and any cats that we wish to leave on the farm.
This leaves only my precious Bella and Soochie. I have spoken to a few people who may be interested in them, any of whom would take terrific care of them. Today, however, my dear friend in New Mexico called and told me that she, her husband and his dad are interested in possibly taking my horses. While I know they would be well cared for by any of the others, I'm am thrilled to pieces at the thought of them being with "family".
We're still in limbo with immigration. Monday Billy and I will be sending what we hope will be the final bits of information for which they are asking.  We pray that once they receive it they will be able to render a decision regarding our request for residence.  So much awaits this news. We have only until November 1st to satisfy the conditions of the contract on our house in NZ, immigration being the only condition left to complete. With each passing week the likelihood of our belongings reaching NZ shortly after we do lessens. And we'd ideally like to pack and ship directly to NZ from the farm and not have to move twice.  Finally, we'd really like to purchase our plane tickets.  If we have to push our departure back, my Mom will likely not be able to come with us, as she is a teacher and will have to be back in class around January 5th.  But I realize that God's timing is perfect and if these things don't work out the way WE are hoping, it's because God has it all worked out differently than we do.
I know that I have A LOT more tears to shed over the next several weeks.  This storm is far from over. I have decided, however, that I'd much rather dance in the rain.