What about this one?
We had been scrolling the real estate sites for a few weeks and had even visited homes we were interested in. We told ourselves we were about three to six months away from doing anything at that point but there was something so endearing about this particular house.
I had long been praying for a home large enough for our family (and numerous pets!) to live in comfortably but recently felt led to pray specifically for a home that had been well-loved. Not a new home or a problem free home. Not specific in anyway…just well-loved. It scared me that I wasn’t even sure what that meant.
We saw the home and liked it. While we were meeting with the realtor to see it for the second time, she told us she had found out more about the house. She went on to explain it was built in 1991 for a pastor and his wife. Various church members also helped build parts of it.
Also, she said, the current owners wanted us to know they would take money off of the list price, making it the exact amount I had felt prompted to write in my prayer journal.
While still having that conversation, I turned and looked at the wall at the base of the stairs and saw what looked to be a doorbell. Inside the house. I pressed it and we heard it ring upstairs.
At that point I remember yelling at my real estate agent (who I didn’t know very well at the time!), “OH MY GOSH! I HAVE ALWAYS WANTED A DOORBELL THAT RINGS UPSTAIRS SO I DON’T HAVE TO YELL AT MY CHILDREN!” She looked a little freaked out.
We put an offer in on the house that night.
The very next morning, a wave of fear washed over me. Years earlier we had tried to purchase another home, only to have it all fall apart. The housing market crashed months later, making the purchase (had it gone through) a terrible one. Even so, there was a wound there that ached for years. I wondered if this contract was headed the same way. Maybe it was all for naught yet again. God delivered this verse to me that morning: “Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go.” Joshua 1:9
In some ways the weeks after are a blur. It felt like one big battle after another as we tried to get to closing. I referred to each challenge that arose as an “ite” (from this verse: “Today you will know that the living God is among you. He will surely drive out the Canaanites, Hittites, Hivites, Perizzites, Girgashites, Amorites, and Jebusites ahead of you.” Joshua 3:10). I watched in amazement as God did drive each one out indeed.
Much like the last few weeks of pregnancy, I had forgotten how the weeks between contract acceptance and contract close feel like they will never end.
We waited and waited to hear the words “clear to close” from the bank. But they never seemed to come. Always more paperwork was needed. As soon as one set would be sent in, a whole new set would be needed. My stomach tightened every time I saw an email from the bank. I’d pray, “Lord, be with me as I read this.”
It was getting down to the wire. We needed to have the clear to close from the bank so the final papers could be drawn up in time, but there didn’t seem to be a way for it to happen. The bank was requesting a final set of papers from a far away office that no one was able to get through to. I had tried for weeks. On the phone. By mail. The bank had tried via fax, computer, still nothing. And without these papers, there would be no closing.
I had asked people in passing to pray about this dream of a home, but gave few details. I didn’t want to bother my friends who all had struggles of their own.
Then I was faced with the possibility of us not closing on this land. I knew in my heart it was ours if we were willing to do what it took.
Finally I was ready to admit this was a spiritual battle that needed a praying army. Laying pride and fear aside, I sent out an email explaining this dream had come down to the wire and unless the necessary papers were somehow received by the bank in the next few hours we wouldn’t be closing like we thought. Friends, mind you, who all had struggles of their own. Things that had kept me from wanting to burden them.
Immediately I received emails back that people were praying.
In under two hours, we received an email from the bank with an all caps subject line, THE FORMS ARE BACK. The necessary forms had been faxed. I stood just shaking in my kitchen.
And a few hours past that? We got one more email, we were officially “clear to close!”
At that point, I just slid to the floor, completely overcome with God’s goodness. Thank You, Lord! He did it and my closest friends were there to bear witness as He answered our heartfelt pleas for this long awaited God-sized dream.
I kept holding back, not wanting to burden anyone with a prayer request. Especially those fighting their own battles.
All the while, it seems, God was just waiting for me to invite others on the journey. It was so nice being able to share in those final victories with friends…it was as if I could hear them whooping and hollering as each answer to prayer came in! God’s people helped to build our well-loved home, and I’m so grateful He wouldn’t allow it to be sold until His people were once again invited to join in!
Shared by: Christine Wright