I guess it’s time for a little update on the move. So much has happened over the last few weeks that it’s hard for me to figure out how to put it all into words that make any sort of sense. It has really been a roller coaster ride and I’m still a little bit dazed and confused by all of it.
Back in the middle of October, Tim and I took the kids down to Florida to stay with the grandparents and then we hopped on a plane to D.C. for ten days of house hunting. Originally, I thought it was going to be kinda like a fun little getaway for me and Tim, a second honeymoon so to speak. No kids, ten full nights of beautiful uninterrupted sleep, coffee shop mornings, dinners out, some shopping, and of course the house hunting. Which I am totally into the HGTV show, House Hunters, so I was completely excited about that part of the trip. I mean, who doesn’t love getting to pick out a new-to-them house? I had made my list of all my things that I wanted in our next house… older with lots of character, fireplace, lots of natural light, hardwood floors, white kitchen, front porch, and on and on. I was ready and I was excited. (Except for the part about leaving my kids for that long, which was so completely heart-wrenching.)
We spent the first few days with our realtor in VA. We looked at probably at least 20 houses and didn’t like a single one. I fully expected to just “know” when we walked in and I never got that feeling that “this was the one”. Many times, we walked in and then turned around and walked straight out. Sometimes, we pulled up to a house and then told our realtor, “um… no.” and we just went to the next. It was exhausting and a little bit discouraging. I didn’t like Virginia.
After exhausting all the Virginia possibilities (and probably our realtor too!), we headed over to Maryland for a few days with our other realtor over there. She handed us a stack of listings and we set off hopeful to find our house. To make a really long story a little bit shorter, we found two houses in Annapolis that we liked. They both had their pros and cons and we were stuck on making a decision. There wasn’t a clear “this is the one” feeling, but that night, I talked myself into a decision and then attempted to convince Tim it was the right decision. We had a few more houses on our MD list to look at the next day (just to be sure) and afterwards we thought we would probably go ahead and make an offer on the house.
But that next day, after finishing looking at all the MD houses, Tim had a very strong inclination to go back to VA and look again before making the offer. A few more houses had come on the market in VA and he wanted to be sure. I was not thrilled to be going back to VA, but I obliged him anyway. We walked through a few houses and I was pretty closed minded about them. My mind was still set on the house back in Annapolis. And then, we walked into the third house on our list and Tim and I both completely flipped for it. We knew. We loved it immediately and the more we walked around in it, the more we loved it. We honestly felt like the Lord had led us to this house and that this was the house He had for our family. We decided to put an offer on it that night. But as we were sitting down with our realtor to write up the contract, we found out that someone else was also putting an offer on it. It was seriously one of the most stressful ordeals ever. Of course we prayed and we were trusting that the Lord was guiding us, but the entire time my stomach was in knots. During the process, we took a short break and when we walked outside, we saw this rainbow.
Can you see it?
It was such a sweet reminder that the Lord was in control. We put in an offer above asking price (which seems completely ridiculous in this market, right?!!). And then for over 24 hours we waited and prayed. It was hard to eat, hard to sleep, hard to think about anything but that house.
But then, to our complete and utter dismay, the other offer was accepted. “It was much higher.” What?!!
And then we hit rock bottom.
We were completely discouraged and confused. There were no more houses to look at. I didn’t want the house in Annapolis anymore. I knew the difference then between thinking a house was the right house and walking in and knowing a house was the right house. And then there was the fact that we really believed that God had led us to that particular house. No other house seemed right anymore. Our hearts were set on the that house. It was supposed to be our house.
And so we kinda stumbled around in a daze for a few days, not knowing what to do next. We prayed. I cried. A lot. Eventually we started looking at short term rentals and apartments. We needed something. But God just seemed to be shutting all doors. The best thing we found was an apartment on the fourth floor. Which seems pretty impossible to me… three small kids, a dog… I just can’t imagine that working out well. Lugging groceries up four flights of stairs, taking the dog out at night, up and down with kids, etc…
In the end we came home with nothing. Nothing.
This past week, our house here in Birmingham went under contract. The movers are scheduled to come in a month to move us out. And the absolutely crazy thing is that we have no idea where we are going to go. We believe God is faithful, that He has a plan and that He will make a way for us, but right now, that way is very unclear. Our faith and our trust are being stretched daily.
Today, in Jesus Calling, I read
“When you don’t know what to do, wait while I open the way before you. Trust that I know what I’m doing, and be ready to follow my lead. I will give strength to you, and I will bless you with peace.”
And so we wait…