Well – I’m stressed. You?
Throwing caution to the wind, Tony and I went ahead an made an offer on the Potential House. It’s weird to bid on a Buy Owner house. I had to find a form myself and fill it out to make the offer, and then I went over to the sellers and handed it to the wife, the very pregnant, husband is working in a different time zone, already has a two-year old, due in less than thirty-days wife. (Who about did a jig that I came with an offer.) We will know sometime on Saturday what they will do.
Tony and I got all our papers for the loan collated last night. Travis, our mortgage broker, sent us a pre-paid UPS envelope to get the forms back to him. Tony, who did all the heavy lifting in finding our W-2’s, pay stubs, savings account balances, net worth, kindergarten report cards and a partridge in a pear tree, was baffled by how the return envelope works. It’s only fair that I figure out how to get the package sent since he located everything therein. Fair enough. However, I didn’t have a clue where to drop this envelope.
This morning, in the bathroom, I said my prayers and asked God to help this all work out OK. I said, “I’m not asking for a sign, just, you know, just a little help. I’d be truly grateful…” And I went about my day: delivering offers, dropping Eleanor at pre-school, leading playgroup. I took the kids up to the church’s front yard to watch for butterflies, and guess what happened…
A UPS truck pulled up beside where I was sitting! What did I need more than anything today? To drop off that package. Did I have a clue where a UPS store was? Nope! Does the UPS delivery come to the church every day. No. Am I EVER on that grassy lawn when the truck comes? Never. And yet, there it was: just what I needed right when I needed it. I asked for God to help make things work out for the best, and all I could think of was that joke about the guy in the flood who insists God will save him and he stays on the roof of his house waiting for his Faith to be validated, and he drowns and God says, ” I sent the boat, I sent the helicopter…”
I’m not going to insist to you that God sent me a sign, but he sure sent a helping hand. And, I am glad that I was ready. I feel really good about it. No matter how this deal goes, I am really going to treasure the warm feeling I’ve had today. Today, I felt un-alone. As the economy wriggles on the hook, I feel like I’m connected, and even protected, perhaps even guided. I’m tired, but at peace.
This feeling motivated me this afternoon to keep moving at my current home. God can not work through us if we grind to a halt. In order for us to find the gifts and opportunities God puts on our path, we have to TRAVEL the path. To which – I painted the stoop. Who knew that grey paint could be an improvement? Every little spruce and touch-up makes this house more desireable. We’ve done so much already, but there is a TON more to do. I need to finish painting the stoop, washing the windows (inside and out), and cleaning the kitchen, just to name a few. I have a list. Lists are helpful…