Yesterday someone came to look at our house. I had a really good feeling about it. They already loved our house from the pictures. I worked my butt off making my house look as good as possible. I mowed the grass. I vacuumed the whole house. I mopped all the floors. I cleaned the kids' rooms. I scrubbed the shower door. I did all of the laundry and put it all away. I dusted-even the ceiling fan in the living room. I cleaned all of the kitchen appliances. I hid the coffee pot and the toaster oven and dish drainer. I even cleaned the desk--which is in a closed cabinet that no one would open. When I clean, I have to clean everything. I even got rid of old clothes when I was in the kids' closets. I did way more than I needed to.
My house looked its very best. The people showed up an hour late, minutes after the kids got off the bus and it had started raining. So we were here, we sat in the car. When they were done inside, they came out and asked me questions. They were so impressed they asked if we really live in here. They said it was beautiful and they loved the views. They seemed so interested.
Late this afternoon our real estate agent finally called me. But she did not have good news. They liked our house and one other. But they had just left to go see the other one for a second time. And on top of that, they still have to go back home and sell their house, so they aren't even ready to buy now.
Sometimes I think this is going to drive me insane. I really don't like this.
Today at dinner, E asked if they wanted to buy our house. I told him no I didn't think so. He said "Then they are not the ones God sent".
That's right. I keep saying I trust God and his timing and his plan. I am glad my children are paying attention.
Sometimes I need to be reminded.
1 comment:
i agree with E...gotta be someone out there that wants your house...don't know why they wouldn't!. I thought it was very cozy according to the pics...don't give up.
A.K.
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