This picture came up in my Time Hop yesterday and I love it so very much. Then, today in my devotion is was about talking to God and listening to God.
Well, about 15 months ago now, November of 2016, my husband and I had finally got approved for a mortgage. We had been working for that for a long time. Paying off debt and improving our careers so that all of the stars would align and finally someone would take a chance on us.
We qualified for an FHA (first-time home buyers here). Which meant that we only need 3.5% down, but when you have nothing in your bank account, even 3.5% is a lot of money. Plus you still need the money for the in good faith deposit (up front) plus the money for the inspection. Well we were able to get the money we needed up front and continued on.
During the inspection we found a couple of things that we thought should be fixed, but 1 big thing that we knew the FHA inspector would demand be fixed before we moved it. It just would depend if the sellers or us would have to pay for it. Well when we asked the Sellers to take care of it, we didn’t get the best response.
As we were getting the response back from the sellers, I was sitting at my parents dining room table talking to my Dad. He had concerns. If we didn’t know where we were getting our 3.5% from, was this really the right move for us? It was nearing Christmas and we couldn’t spend a single dollar. My husband had really “settled” for this house. It was in the right area and it had the right amount of bedrooms, but he wasn’t a huge fan. We took all of this as a sign and we walked away from the house.
We went through the holidays in our rental. And about a week after the New Year, Paul and I went to a funeral for a close friend. We found out then, that our friend had left us money for a down payment for a home. How did he know? Why did he think that we were worth of his money?
It didn’t matter. Paul and I made a pact that we would then start looking at houses…seriously. Not making an offer on a house just to get our of our rental. But, finding the right house, the house that spoke to the both of us and said “I am your Home”. I found a house searching on the internet, it had just been placed on the market and I knew it was the perfect fit for our family.
I talked to our realtor right away and I went and saw it. They were having an open house the following day, but I had to work. So, I went to see it on a Friday and then Paul took the kids to see it during the open house on Saturday.
It was amazing and it was the house we needed. Without hesitation we called our realtor that night and put an offer on it. It was a long 72 hours, but we finally found out that they had accepted our offer 3 days later. Our house was going to be our home.
All the prayers that I had said to God back in November, well he heard them. He held them. He even spoke to me and told me that house wasn’t right for us and that it would be OK if we walked away. A couple months later he brought us the answers.
I had a gift card to Barnes and Noble and I was just walking through the store later that same week. I couldn’t settle on a book that I wanted. After roaming around for a bit, I had to go to the bathroom. I walked to the back of the store and as I was walking back up the center aisle, this wooden sign was on a shelf.
“Be patient. Our prayers are always answered. But not always on the exact day we’d like them to be.” I knew that this was what I should spend my gift card on and it needed to be displayed. This wooden sign is sitting in our front room on top of our curio cabinet. I am constantly reminded that this house is the answer to a prayer that was answered later than I wanted it to be!