So yesterday, I get a letter in the mail from the bank saying that since they couldn't verify Dave's employment or salary, they could not process our loan request.  The lady that was supposed to send us this documentation of verification hasn't.  Dave has called her and emailed her all to no avail.  It really irritates me when people aren't efficient and on top of things in their jobs.  Because she has dragged her feet all this time, we now have to start over with loan applications.  The only other loan worth doing at our bank would require us to lock in our rate today, and there's an application fee and a slightly higher interest rate.  So, this morning, I am going to spend my time on the phone talking to banks about their products.  Yea.

I'm annoyed.  With all that has gone on with the house and now this little snaffoo--I'm about ready to throw my hands up in the air.  But, I won't.  Why?

Because God is faithful.  He is good.  His mercies are new every morning.  His lovingkindess is better than life.  He is my hiding place.  He is my defender.  He is my deliverer.  He is my strength and my song.  He is the King of kings.  He is the Lord of lords.  He is the God who sees.  He is my ever present help in times of trouble.  He is love.

I'm going to, once again, spend my day pressing and pushing into that place of trust--that place where I can praise Him despite the advancing army.  He will protect me and cover me in the shadow of His wings.  Satan better look out.