Good morning!
Once again, it has been a long absence and I got a gentle prod from a friend. Don't ever discount who God is using to remind you that our life is supposed to be for His glory. So, it's Saturday morning, a little later than it used to be because I am learning the art of sleeping in, all the way to 6 am on Saturdays! lol.
So many things has happened in the last 2 weeks, it isn't even funny. Many know I had an ulcer on my eye and chipped a tooth. That was kinda minor compared to what happened next, the thing that shook our world for a few days.
We had someone wanting to buy our house. If you know me well at all you know two things about me and this house. 1. I have been totally in love with this house since I was a teenager and stood at the trashcan outside Huck's, that used to be across the street, eating my lunch. 2. Ever since we moved here (our 8th move since we had been married), we both said they would carry us out in pine boxes, this was supposed to be our forever home. There are two houses side by side, a two story Victorian and a 1 1/2 story California Bungalow, with all the bells and whistles of that architectural style, which I loved. I loved the little things about my house that made it interesting but not flamboyant. So, of course, my first thought when hearing someone wanted to buy it, "for way over market price" was to just cry.
Ironically, I do social media work for a realtor and I texted him telling him I might need some help. He texted me back that he had just listed a house in Greenup. Little did he know at the time that house was a favorite of mine too and had been owned by a woman I considered one of my heroes. I thought maybe this was God saying, "this is what I want you to do". So I accepted it. Told myself that if they were going to tear my house down, at least I got to live here first and we figured out what it would take to get us moved. If you live around here, you know we have made a bunch of improvements to the house, new siding, roof, windows, all while keeping the architectural features, which caused more than one contractor to run when we told them what had to be. Dale Milliman was a blessing when he did all this, he took such good care of her and basically restored her to her former glory with a great facelift. Anyway....
We talked to the realtor, made our offer, and waited, and waited. I had made some peace with moving, and honestly, was at least starting to feel a little okay with it. I finally called 5 days later and found out it was a hard no. They apparently had no idea how much our house was worth and the amount they were willing to pay was honestly a slap in the face.
And I was relieved. and yes, I cried tears of joy.
I had been talking to one of my closest friends about it and I had quoted her the first part of Proverbs 14:12 "there was a way that seemed right to a man", I did not feel like our request was greedy, or pie-eyed, it was realistic, and it would have made life a little easier but it was still not replacing the fact I was leaving the house, and ultimately, we would have left Newton, which also was making me sad. I realized, while my head was asking God to make this all happen, my heart was begging him to make it stop. So yeah, we still have a mortgage, and a crack in the ceiling in the family room, and the floor slopes a few places its not supposed to. But it is still ours, and we are still living our dream of getting everything exactly how we want it by the time we are 67, so we can retire and enjoy it. (and I know a handyman that can fix all those things when he gets time, lol)
I was listening to a podcast the other day that said to remember when trying to listen to both your head and your heart, your heart doesn't really have a vote. I get that in so many things, but I am glad that while I was telling myself that, God was watching out for my heart.
I already knew this was my topic before I came downstairs this morning (many times my inspiration comes as I am typing, lol) but a friend on facebook had changed her profile and it was a picture of Jesus carrying someone in his arms and the overprint was "I will never leave you, nor forsake you, I love you forever -God". This was my Godwink that what I was planning on writing about was what He was wanting me to write about because I have had Hebrews 13:5 running through my mind to connect all of this since Wednesday when I decided the blog was happening today.
Let your conversation be without covetousness; and be content with such things as ye have: for he hath said, I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee.
So my friends, today's takeaway is this. When your head says you should do something because that is where the money is, let your heart have a vote, even bigger, asked God to just take care of it, I am sitting in my half finished office, that at one point last week, I was so upset because I would never see it finished. It isn't finished because Andrew has been so busy, his business has been more successful than I think we could have imagined and he has the best customers in the world. When he gets time, he works on my office, it is going to be a big deal when I get my French doors are up, and they are on sawhorses in the "doorway" right now, so we are getting close. Our first project of the year was putting a second set of shelves in the high cabinets in my kitchen so I would have more storage, I have flooring ready to put down in the laundry "area" of the basement, that will also one day have walls and a door, these things make my heart happy, I thank God for protecting that these last few weeks.
As always, I leave you with a song. Much like Hebrews 13:5, this song has ran through my head a lot.
Have a great week and remember He will NEVER leave you.
Kari Jobe's I Am Not Alone.
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