The house is sold. Now to figure out what to do next.
Georgina: We were going to rent our house out while we are in Gibraltar with my mum, but that fell through, so you’re welcome to stay at our house until we get back at the end of January.
Well, that’s unexpected. And a huge blessing. And a load off my mind. I have somewhere to stay in case I don’t find a place right away. Whew.
Every morning I look at the new listings, the price changes, the houses sold. It’s getting discouraging. I looked at a new build in Columbia that I really liked. It sold before I could get back home and make an offer. Sigh.
And then one morning a new listing popped up. It’s a new build in Spring Hill. I’m completely drawn to it and the price is really good. I tell my agent about it and he sets off to make an appointment to visit the sales office. But there’s a snag; the sales agent has been exposed to someone who has COVID and has to quarantine for 14 days, but we can still do a self-tour of the model home if we want.
So I headed south that Saturday to meet up with the agent to check it out. When we walked into the model home, I had a hard time concealing my excitement. This is it. I know it is. I loved the layout, the light, the features, the country setting of the neighborhood. And it was sixteen miles from my office.
Chris, my agent, made plans to talk to the sales agent and get more information. What he heard via email was a bit of a disappointment. All the lots in the first phase of building had been sold and that floor plan, the Primrose, would not be available to build until they started selling the second phase in February. After that, it would take 5-6 months to build. The sales agent would probably be back in the office on Thursday or Friday, and we could talk to her then.
All week I weighed the options. Was it worth it to wait for the house of my dreams? If so, what living arrangements could I make until it was ready for moving in? Is there something else that I could love just as much that would be available sooner? I devoured all the new listings every day and was constantly disappointed. The only ones that came remotely close to making me happy were also new builds, and I didn’t like them nearly as much as this one. By Friday, I had somewhat grudgingly picked out four properties that I thought might work and sent them to Chris to make appointments. When we talked, he suggested we talk to the sales agent for the one I loved first, and then we could discuss viewing those other properties.
She was back in the office on Saturday, COVID-free, and my agent made an appointment for us to talk to her at 1:00 pm. I had a few people pray for me that morning as I got ready to go to the meeting. My goal was to try to nail down a lot in the second phase so they could begin building in February, and to try to get a better time line to help me plan what I would do in the interim.
I got there a few minutes early, but Chris had texted to say he would be 15 minutes late. I went in without him. The sales agent, Rose, and I introduced ourselves and the first thing she said was: You’re not going to believe this, but a Primrose just came open yesterday that is already being built. There are three people on a waiting list and I’ve tried everything to get in touch with them with no response from anyone. If you want it, it’s yours. It will be done in early February.
Whaaaaat? Are you kidding me? Please don’t call anyone else about it!!
I wanted to hug her so badly. Stupid COVID rules. (Don’t get mad at me—I still follow the rules whether I like them or not.)
At this point, I am completely stunned. I know my eyes are as big as saucers and tears are forming. I’ve never had a surprise party before, but I was sure this was what it must feel like to have one. I felt like I could actually feel my Heavenly Father laughing with delight over the perfect gift that He’d just given His daughter.
The good is gone; the best is here, all in God’s perfect, unfathomable timing.
Rose continued: The family that was building this one had actually wanted a larger floor plan but none were available for their time frame. Then someone else backed out of the larger floor plan, so they took it, and theirs came available. Now, they have already chosen all the finishes, so let me show you what they chose. Also, they did upgrade to the covered back porch, so that’s extra, and it’s on a lot with a view, so that is extra as well.
Um, I would have added the covered back porch anyway, and a view??? After staring at the two rows of houses behind me for the past six years, that’s a no brainer!
So she started showing me the finishes they chose and I’m like: love that… ooooh, love that… that’s perfect… sweet… beautiful…
Every. Little. Thing was perfect.
I went into the model to take pictures and do a video tour when Chris came in. Being the protective real estate agent he is, he asked a million questions to try to uncover any technicalities or issues that might come up. Rose had straight-forward answers for everything. We left the office to go view the house—which is framed and has the roof on—and Chris actually admitted that he was impressed. We made an appointment to come back the next day and sign the contract. I would need to pay the deposit when the contract was done. Momentary panic and quick math in my head. I had paid cash for some things I had done to my house to get it ready to sell, and it had left me a little cash-poor. I could get it from my 401k, but that might take a few days. I wasn’t extremely worried about it; I figured that God would not have brought me this far just to dash it all against the rocks.
As I drove home, I called my dear friend who has absolutely been my rock, to tell her the crazy, miraculous story of the house that God chose for me. We wondered at the timing; had Rose not been exposed to COVID and been in quarantine, I would have pursued a lot in the second phase and would have had to wait until the summer. As I finished telling her the whole story, I mentioned that I did have one thing I needed her to pray about, and that was the down payment. Before I could finish telling about the potential bump in the road, she interrupted me: Is that all????
Well, yeah. I mean I know it doesn’t seem like a lot, but I do need the timing to work out and I’ll have to juggle a few funds.
Melissa, I will Venmo that money to you right now!
Stunned. Again. No thought like this even crossed my mind. I simply wanted her to pray.
I told her that I had to talk to the finance guy and make sure that gifts were okay, and that I didn’t even need the whole amount, just a small sum to tide me over. She told me to let her know when I found out if it was okay and how much I would need. When I got home, I called the guy to get pre-approved and asked him about the gift thing. He said that was perfectly fine. I filled out the application on line. Then I headed to my bedroom and hit my knees again. I couldn’t stop crying because of His great love for me. I felt so humbled to be the recipient of such love from both my God and my dear friend. I was pre-approved within a few hours. He actually apologized that it took so long because he took his kids trick-or-treating. Dude. I called you at 4:30 pm on a Saturday that happened to be Halloween. It’s fine.
The money was in my account by the next morning. Actually, more money than I had asked for was in my account. I spent the morning picking out Scriptures to write on the frames of the house. What a joy that was. I love sealing the Word of God into the foundations of my home. Marilyn, Cheri, and I did that when this house was being built. It has been a refuge for me; a place of peace where the Spirit of God dwells. I am praying for the family that’s moving in here; praying that they will feel the Lord’s presence and His peace and that if they do not know Him, they soon will. They are surrounded by His word and that is so powerful.
Things are progressing on the sale of this house. Inspections are passed. Contracts signed. Closing is set for November 29. I’m packing and sorting and getting ready to put everything in storage and move into Georgina’s house. My contract is signed, deposit paid, the Word of God is imbedded in the foundation of new house. Peace floods my soul.
God always has a plan. Always.