Waiting Til the Last Minute

Well, we are still waiting and it’s only 2 days until Aug. 1, the day we were supposed to be out of this house.

Two days ago, I reached a point of frustration that had me fretting and yelling. I was racking my brain trying to figure out how to find houses for rent. I was really upset, but I kept sensing that I was just supposed to get on my knees and pray. As soon as I hit my knees, I remembered a website and a house that I had emailed about over a month ago. I thought, “I wonder if that house is still available?”

We had done everything we could do to find another house to rent. I was all stressed-out and worried about the owner of this house coming to his house with his moving truck full of his stuff and finding us still here. We haven’t been able to get in touch with him because the management group never gave us his contact number. We found out his name a while back and we knew he was an Air Force captain, but that’s all we knew.

Well, last night we went to look at the house that I emailed about over a month ago. Miraculously, it is still available. It’s out in the country and seems like it will work out really well for us. It has 3 bedrooms upstairs and 4 rooms in the basement that they can’t call bedrooms, but they could easily be used as bedrooms. After we got home from looking at it, I realized that each of our older kids could have his/her own room.

We have to wait and find out if another family who looked at it before we did wants to buy it. They are supposed to let the owner know by tomorrow.

Speaking of the owner, he is a captain in the Air Force. It took a while, but I finally realized that the Lord was telling me to ask him how to get in touch with the owner of this house that we’re in.

This morning I got an email from him that told me that he emailed the captain and gave him my email address and cell phone number and asked him to contact me. So now we will be able to explain to him what happened.

The first time I talked to the owner of the house we looked at last night, I told him what happened with the other house and then he told me that he was planning to get a property manager to handle the rental if his house didn’t sell. We found out that he was planning to hire the same group that we had problems with. He said that he had problems with the same person not getting back in touch with him in a timely manner. So he decided to go with a different property manager.

So we have had lots of connections and serendipities with this man. He said that he has had lots of prospective buyers look at his house and the realtor can’t figure out why it hasn’t sold. We think maybe we know why.

I don’t know why I let myself get all upset about all of this. Each time I prayed, the Lord gave me some instruction that helped us get closer to a solution. All the time I spent thinking and spinning my wheels, and especially the time I spent yelling 🙂 was wasted time. I should have committed this to the Lord even when my plans were going awry. I think the reason I was so upset is that I made such sweet plans and they all got ruined. So that made me mad. I’m not usually a big control freak. But this time I was at least a little one.

It Seemed Like Such a Simple Plan – MY Plan

I was planning to write a post bewailing the fact that everything always has to be so hard. Nothing ever just falls into place for us. We always have to wait and wait and wait until the victory comes.

We had it all planned out. We would move our stuff out of this house and have all the kids set up in our new house, then I could come back to this house and clean it and it would actually stay clean because the kids wouldn’t be here. We were going to do it calmly and methodically, step by step and it was going to be wonderful. But my plans fell through with a crash when the house we chose and put down a deposit for and paid for half a month’s rent was never cleaned and made ready for us as we had been promised it would. We finally had to get out of the contract, and now the houses that we saw online that would work for us have all been taken.

We are in a pickle. I’ve been emailing, calling, going to see houses and trying to figure out what to do for the last week. So I was going to write about it and complain. But then I read this article on Robin’s Heart of Wisdom blog. I now realize that I got caught in the do-dos again. As many times as I have had to wait on God and depend on Him, you would think I would have learned by now that the best thing I can do in a crisis is to wait before the Lord in prayer and ask Him to move on our behalf. Shawn was telling me this last night, but I wasn’t in the mood to hear it. Now I get it. So instead of writing a whiny blog post, I’m going to get down on my knees right now and do the most effective work I can do to bring about our solution.

The Saga Continues

We still don’t have a new house to move into. I thought we had found the “perfect” house, similar to the “dog” house, but clean and fresh and well-taken-care-of. It looked wonderful. We all liked it, the ones who were there anyway. But then we saw it – animal hair!!! Aaaaah! Anna noticed some in a vent. Then Gary said he saw a lot in the garage. Then I admitted that I saw some on the welcome mat. Not a welcome sight! We still held out hope that somehow the house could have been pet-free and that somehow all that hair just materialized out of thin air in all of those places. But Gary started having problems breathing, then his eyes started itching. Then he knew the truth. The previous tenants must have had a cat. The worst of all pets for him since he’s so allergic to them. I’m starting to really dislike indoor pets. I never wanted them myself, but now I’m starting to wish nobody had them. They are keeping me from getting the house I need.

I don’t know how other people feel, but shouldn’t the health and comfort of people be more important than having your pet inside?

Present house we're renting
Present house we're renting
This house is for rent.  I wonder if they had pets in it...
This house is for rent. I wonder if they had pets in it...
Id like to live in the country but...
I'd like to live in the country but...
Now thats more like it!
Now that's more like it!

We Refuse to Become Homeless!

We had a new house to move into. Past tense. Now we’re scrambling to find a house by this Saturday. We’re moving 10 kids and need time to clean this house so the owner can return to a house that’s in move-in condition. I wanted to have several days after this house was empty to clean it so that the kids would be somewhere else instead of messing everything up as soon as I clean it. It looks like that’s not going to happen. And even more upsetting is that we don’t know where we’ll be moving to, and the houses that looked like they would be perfect for us have already been rented.

It has been tense around here lately. The circumstances that brought us to this point are less than pleasant. Gary is having to stand firm for us in a battle against a property management group that does not have our best interests at heart. They tried to convince us that a house had been professionally cleaned when it still smelled like dog and there was dog hair on the carpet that I could scoop up with my fingers. We were able to finally get out of the contract because they absolutely refused to clean the house adequately, saying that it had already been cleaned, and we absolutely refused to move into a dirty house, but we lost $800 in the deal. And now we’re having a hard time finding a house that is big enough with a rent that we can afford. We are expecting God to give us a great deal on the perfect house for us.

I’ve been emailing and calling people about houses like crazy the last couple of days. And I’ve been praying a lot. Gary has been very focused on what has been happening with that property management group, so I’ve been trying to find a new house for us. I didn’t realize how much it was wearing on me until I started talking to a woman I met at the park tonight. I wasn’t planning to go to the park, but Emma hijacked our walk around the block and insisted that we go to the park instead. I took her there even though it was late, and I knew we wouldn’t be able to stay long. A family came to the park right after we got there. They had a little girl that’s almost 2. The mother and I started talking, and she asked where we live. I told her a little about our situation. As I told her that we didn’t know where we would be moving to and the problems we were having, I almost started to cry. That’s when I realized how much this was bothering me. I stopped talking because I didn’t want to cry. She invited me to their church. It’s not a “churchy” church. They are meeting at the Elks Lodge right now. They’re casual and Spirit-filled. It sounds like the kind of place we need to go right now. I’m planning to go tomorrow to ask them to pray for us and to see if God will speak through someone to encourage us and help us during this difficult time.

I’m always amazed at how God shows us that He’s here with us. I know that He impressed Emma to insist on going to the park tonight and impressed me to give in to her insistence. I don’t usually let her boss me around, but tonight I was supposed to. I know that I was supposed to talk to Crystal. The Elks Lodge is really close to our house, so it will be really easy to go there tomorrow. How nice of God to make it easy to go and get some fellowship and encouragement.

Thank you, Lord, for the kisses of Your presence right when we need them the most.