I haven’t felt like writing lately, and as a new writer, that’s not really a good thing. Like anything else, practice makes perfect. I don’t have a good excuse. I just haven’t felt like it. In fact I haven’t felt like doing anything at all except sleeping.
I have had my hands a bit full as of late, as we have been trying to sell our house. I asked my mom once why nobody told me raising kids was going to be so hard. Well, this is the same kind of situation. Nobody told me selling our house was going to be so hard. It has been a constant battle. We have literally had the whole one step forward, three steps back thing going on the whole time, and really it hasn’t been on the market that long. I am not one with a lot of patience. So, I keep telling myself that as much as we want to move on and have the land we want so that the kids will have have some of their own when they grow up and settle down. My mother in law will be able to move out there with us and not have to worry about anything, maybe it’s not in the cards for us. Maybe this isn’t what God wants for us. So I set my mind to, “Well, okay. If we have to move back in then I want to do this, and this and that before we move all our stuff back in. This is not a move backwards. It’s a lateral move.”(the last part was what my hubby said to me.) Trying to get my mind around what we may have to do and convince myself that this may not be what we want but it may be what we need to do. I kick myself for feeling this way because there are people out there who would love to have a house at all. So how dare I feel this way! I have a house. A warm place to sleep, and eat, and raise my family and there are a lot of people who don’t. It may not be exactly what we want but that house has been great to us!
Then we get an unexpected offer. And I feel like I have been slapped. Sure there are some things that still need to be fixed so we are working on that but after all the frustration and disappointment and heartache this process has brought us so far, these people really want out cute little L shaped farm house. (and it is, trust me.) It was like God was saying, “Okay, you know those people who put in that offer before and took it back, and you thought you were never going to sell it? Well, those aren’t the people I had in mind. But these people….” A young family with three kids. Exactly what I would want for that house.
The work is being done today. The appraiser comes out Tuesday and hopefully we can close by the end of the month. That’s a ways away yet though, so I am going to be patient. I am going to let things go as they go and hope and pray that this goes the way we hope it does, but I know that all of this is in God’s hands. So, I will not count my chickens before they hatch. God’s will be done!