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As most of our friends know, Tommy and I put our house on the market. We listed it on April 23rd, had the open house on the 27th and 28th, and accepted a fabulous offer on May 1st. Not only did the proposed buyers offer us a fair price, but they also wanted to continue to rent the cottage to our tenant, who wants very much to stay, and they wanted to keep and care for my eleven happy koi. I was over the moon. I cried tears of joy when our realtor and good friend Juli read the offer to us.
All of our inspections went great. We were plugging along, headed towards the ten-day mark for wrapping up the details. I called Juli to tell her that I'd gotten a response from our solar company and was ready to send them the buyers information. The phone went silent for a moment. I could almost feel her pain and trepidation through the phone.
When a realtor has to deliver bad news to a client it's tough enough. When that client is your friend it's even harder. She told me that she had planned to come to the house to talk to me and asked if I was sitting down. I knew it couldn't be good. Apparently, the buyers, who were not any younger than Tommy and I, decided that it was a bit too much house for them. The man was from Soquel and his lovely bride-to-be was from Hollister and wanted to be closer to family. Sometimes in a rush to make those we love happy we agree to things that we shouldn't. That was the case with our buyers.
To say that I was disappointed would be a vast understatement. I'd calculated the 45 day close and was planning future trips in the motorhome. I've packed up most of the house and was prepared to calculate the value of the furniture that we are selling. We are taking very little with us so everything must go.
I was planning my going away party for May 18th. It was to be a joyous event. I was looking forward to seeing cherished friends that I haven't seen in ages. Since selling Johnny's, breaking my ankle, and taking a three-month road trip, I haven't mixed it up with my old pals in a very long time. I am an entertainer at heart and was looking forward to putting on the big soiree.
Alas, plans change. After hanging up the phone with Juli, I continued setting aside the items that we are giving away, trying to keep a positive attitude. Our good friends that run the local homeless help center, My Fathers House, came to get another load of donations for their thrift shop. I'm thrilled that all of that STUFF that we don't need is going to a good cause. We have given them truckloads of stuff in preparation for the move. They are amazing people. They do so much for the homeless community despite dealing with numerous hurtles themselves. While Pat continues his battle with cancer, he dedicates a large amount of time to helping others. By comparison, our setback is minuscule.
I have to be honest and say that it doesn't feel that way today. I know that God has a plan. I thought that I knew what it was when He answered our prayers with the perfect buyers. Apparently, there is more to it than I can perceive. I don't understand why we are experiencing this huge disappointment. I may not know until I sit down with Jesus in heaven. The one thing I do know is that trials always serve a purpose in God's kingdom. It's not our place to ask why. As a Christ follower, it is my job to trust Him and stay at peace despite my circumstances.
We are blessed beyond belief. We have, what I believe, is one of the finest homes in Hollister. Despite being situated in the middle of town, it is private and tranquil. The right people will buy our home at the right time. We may be having our trust meters tested. I am sad with disappointment, but I am not devastated the way I would have been even a few years ago. The situation would have sent me into a major pity party. As my mentor, Joyce Meyer says, "I'm not where I need to be, but thank God I'm not where I used to be." This too shall pass, and more blessings will be the other side. We'll dust ourselves off, prepare the estate for another open house, and get away in the motorhome.
I was sitting here thinking that God knew that I wanted to enjoy my yard as much as possible before I left. Since the weather hasn't made that possible, maybe He's just giving me a little more pool time. :)
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