Big Change

Wow! That's about all I can say about what has been happening in our lives lately. Sometimes God sends you a message, sometimes God gives you a slap, and I guess sometimes he just punches you in the face. For a while now Richard and I have been contemplating moving, but the mortgage and house note looming over our heads in the present economy has always pushed the idea from our heads pretty quickly. We love our house and we love Lufkin, but we aren't really sure it's where we see ourselves five years from now; however, we probably paid a little too much for our house five years ago before the economy crashed. That being said, I could not believe my ears when I answered the phone Wednesday afternoon at 2:00. I didn't recognize the number, so I am really surprised I even answered the phone, and even more surprised about the conversation.

Her: Emily, this is _____________, the realtor who sold you your house five years ago.
Me: Yes. I remember you. What's up.
Her: Well, the people who owned you house previously just walked in my office and want their house back.
Me: Did you tell them it's not really theirs anymore?
Her: Yes, but they said they want their house back and wanted me to make it happen.

Fastforward 48 hours and we are extremely close to signing a contract on our house. Seriously?!? In this economy and this housing market, we are selling our house without even putting a sign in our yard. No open houses. No random walk throughs. No trying to keep a house showing ready with three kids and a dog. And, we are actually making money. I know this sounds too good to be true, and I am still holding my breathe, waiting for the next shoe to drop, but we have chosen to believe this is God's way of saying it's time for a change. Now for the Q&A I have been facing lately.

Q: Where are ya'll going to live?
A: I have no idea.
Q: Does this mean ya'll are leaving Lufkin?
A: I have no idea.
Q: Have you throught this through?
A: Of course not, it only happened 48 hours ago.
Q: What are you thinking?
A: I am thinking anything I own but for my children is for sale, and they are available for rent at the right price.

When you are standing in the school library and receive a phone call that the want the house, God is sending a message. When thirty minutes later you find out someone you know has a rent house just sitting there waiting for you if you need it, God is slapping. And when 15 minutes later you are being given 25 good, sturdy, cardboard moving boxes, God is punching you in the face.

Of course that other shoe could drop at any minute, but I guess that will be a sign from God too since we are putting this in his hands.