Little Faith, Big God

I cannot tell you how many times and how vehemently I doubted the process of selling our house in exchange for something that didn't emotionally kick our butts every single day.   

The only reason I joined in even half-heartedly was because I do believe that God is ALWAYS speaking to me.  ALWAYS prompting me to do better, be better.  So when Steve had been so great about understanding my view of moving (i.e. it is hell, please lets not do it), and asked me to go see the house on Altadena Dr. I felt that the better, more loving thing was to go see it.  Steve was, after all, not wrong about timing - the housing market is still down and is going up.  Our house would never reach it's potential with us as sellers.  We just didn't have the heart for it anymore (we lost heart about two months after buying it).  But still, moving, getting a new mortgage - I knew it would be awful, too awful to consider right when I finally felt like we were getting a handle on life as grown ups.

SO I went to see the house on Altadena Dr. in June.  And gosh darn it if I didn't love it.  I felt that for me- the original miss. you'll-have-to-make-me-move-over-my-dead-and-whining-body - for me to be willing to put our hat in the ring - well - that must be a God thing.

And if it's a God thing, then whatever pain the process is surely it will be worth it.

Things went on a constant back and forth.  Half the daily circumstances seemed divinely easy - confirming the decision to jump into the shark infested waters of real estate.  Half of them had me kicking myself and wondering if I could blame Steve yet for how wrong this decision had obviously been (I know, I'm a jerk - I do try not to be).

We packed up our things, hoping for a quick month of escrow on both sides.  That didn't happen.

We moved into David & MarySue's for just a few weeks transition.  

SIX MONTHS later we don't have all our stuff out of their house yet.

And in that time I doubted.  I doubted and doubted and doubted.  I kept moving forward - trudging some days hoping God would rescue us from this stupid thing we'd done;  every once in a while daring to hope that still somewhere God had a point to all of this.

Hindsight.  Wow.  We could only have gotten this house - this house that is daily thrillingly lovely - the moment we did.  Not just in 2012 - but in DECEMBER of 2012.  If we'd done any of this at any other time it just plain would not have happened.  But all the problems pushed us into December where it could finally happen.  This had to do with so many things - so many things we had no idea about and no control over.  In the end - I'd say this was God inspired and God given with a lot of help from family in the middle.