this post was serious foreshadowing for my own life. We didn't want to say anything until it was finalized, but this week Grahm and I have been in the middle of negotiations for a house we super fell in love with. I'm talking hook, line, sinker, and Pottery Barn plans. Isn't it beautiful?
The seller accepted our offer on Monday, so all that needed to be done was an inspection. Grahm and I were beyond excited, but we specifically prayed that if this wasn't God's will for us that He would make it perfectly clear.
Grahm is out of town. So when I got a phone call last night from our realtor, I knew something was wrong... Turns out, our dream home has foundation problems. $15,000 worth of foundation problems to be exact. This blonde bimbo doesn't know a lot, but I do know you want your house to stay in one place.
"You...you... mean it's... over?"
I was/am devastated. Pretty sure I've cried harder for this home than when I dumped my first boyfriend of one million years. My poor realtor. Probably never had a lady go all sob-fest 2012 on him.
God answered our prayer, just not in the way we had hoped. We are trusting Him to bring us to an even better house, one that isn't going to sink, or move, or run away. And while I am grateful He saved us from making a terrible purchase, I'm still a little heart-broken. Maybe that's silly, but that's how I feel.
"For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, declares the Lord. For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts."