I can’t believe as I am typing this, that I am really sitting in this amazing house. I can’t yet wrap my head around all that has happened to get us to this point, but I will try to share the story as best as I can, because I want to give God the glory for all that HE has done.
I’ve always been a Little House on the Prairie girl a heart. I love simple and have always dreamed of having large property where the kids could explore, we could garden, maybe even have chickens. The house we lived in was lovely, but I always hoped for that country setting.
About 18 months ago, we were casually looking at homes for sale online and we found an old house on great property. We named it “The white house” because it was white! It was really old though- built in 1888 and would need significant work. Yet, I dreamed of living there and the lifestyle it would provide.
One of the major reasons we even looked was because my husband had recently begun his own business and desperately needed office space for his work. This would provide more room, plus that ideal property. Another main reason to move was more living space- not for us necessarily, because I don’t crave a big house to take care of (after all, I am the “simple” girl.) But we love having people over and using our home for ministry and relationships. We host family Bible studies and teens and we wanted space to do all that.
I was in love with the white house and we made an offer. It was declined. We made two more subsequent offers, and both were declined. No negotiations, just declined. It was heartbreaking. We couldn’t understand WHY God wouldn’t allow us to have this house.
“Something better is out there,” my realtor always told us.
No way. I wanted THIS house, but trusted God. We moved on.
We stopped looking for awhile and then came across “the farmhouse.” We fell in love with this small farm in a beautiful small country town. We made an offer and it was accepted! I couldn’t believe it. We put our home on the market, and it sold in 13 days! Finally, our dreams were coming true. This must be the house God wanted us to have.
Yet, after getting so close, that dream came crashing down when the buyer of our home lost his job, and the deal fell through. I was somewhat relieved to be rid of the stress, because towards the end that house didn’t feel “right.” Yet, I couldn’t understand why God would have us go through all that, only to have it fall through.
Everyone said that God had something better for us, but I decided we weren’t meant to move, and we would make do with what he had. After all, we had a house and were blessed with all we had been given already. I felt like God wanted us to stay, and we did. And there we were, unpacking our boxes, right there in the same house we were living in.
The summer was lovely in our home, and we continued to have a house full of guests when we wanted (although quite crowded) and my husband figured out ways to work at home given the space we had. And then came the fall…and this beautiful house came through on an email list, that looked just perfect…
“Lets go drive by it, “ I said to my husband. And we did. And we were in love. The property was a dream come true. The next step was seeing the inside, which we were equally in love with, and then, making an offer. At this point I was NOT ready to go through trying to sell our house again- but we had to in order to purchase the new house.
Within one hour of our house being on the market, we had an inquiry, and a contract in two days! I knew this was God’s plan, because I said I would only move if it was easy, and it couldn’t get any easier than that!
The whole process of selling our home and buying one at the same time was stressful, but was also relatively smooth…up until the last week before closing…then it all almost fell apart…