Mysterious Are His Ways

The following story has been unfolding ever since we put our house up for sale last October...It came to a close just today.

When we put our house up for sale, we were amazed at all the people that were coming to look at it. Between 7-12 people a week were flowing in.  Also surprising was the fact that no one had made any offers.

In November the Weavers came to see the house.  They were an older couple with no children living at home.

Mrs. Weaver was still recovering from heart surgery and couldn't go up our stairs to see the rooms up there. While her husband, one of his married daughters, and the Realtor were upstairs looking around, Mrs. Weaver and I stayed downstairs and sat by the fire keeping warm and visited.  As she sat in the recliner relaxing I got the distinct feeling that these were the people that would buy our house.

I didn't pay it much attention, just tucked it away in my heart.  As time went on, the Weavers made us an offer and the house went under contract.  The next 2-3 months were unreal. They were having so many problems getting their loan. I kept my little prompting inside and waited to see how things would play out.  Eventually I shared my special experience with my husband CL.

Usually a house goes under contract and within a few weeks to a month it closes and we would move out.  Three months later, we still had no clue when the house would close.  CL and I trusted in the Lord and were willing to let the Weavers do everything they could to buy our house.

I never felt we had made a mistake selling the house to the Weavers. I felt that the Lord had his hand in this whole situation and I was comfortable waiting on his timetable. There were several frustrating moments...lets face it, we were anxious to move on and they were anxious to move in. But through all this I felt a calm peace that it would all work out.

Since I'm in a wheelchair, and our current house had all the equipment I needed still in it, one of the unwritten agreements was that after they bought the house, we would rent back to them for 3 months while our new house was being built. This worked in their favor too since they were currently renting and their contract didn't end until May 31st.

Mid-February we got a call that everything had finally gone through and we could FINALLY close the following week. It was time to get the rental agreement taken care of....when I mentioned it to our Realtor, he contacted the buyers. What they told him was a surprise to us.  The house they had been renting had been repossessed just the day before and they had 1 week to get out.  Of course, they wanted to move right in to the house they had just bought from us.  This meant we had to be out in less than a week.

Where were we going to go?

How could we find a place that would accommodate my special needs?

How could we pack and move 20 years of living  in just a few days?

How could I say goodbye to so many loved friends and neighbors with all this chaos going on?

My married kids would not be able to say goodbye to the house they had grown up in...

So many emotions crossed my heart and mind. Yet I was still peaceful inside with the assurance that the Lord was involved and all would be well. What was the Lords plan, and why were we having to move out when it made so much more sense to stay until our new house was built.

As you can read HERE, you'll see that we were taken care of and all is going well. We moved out, and the buyers moved in. Life was continuing to go forward...then just today, I called one of my old friends to visit and she told me something so shocking, I'm still trying to wrap my mind and heart around it.

Mr. Weaver (who had bought our house) had just died last Sunday.  Ten days prior, he found out he had bone cancer and would not live longer than 3 weeks.

These are the thoughts that crossed my mind:

• If we had not sold to them, then he would not have realized his dream to live and die in the country.
• If we hadn't moved out earlier than we expected, they would have only been in the house for 1 week before he died.
• The Lord is mindful of all of us.  Mr. Weaver was not a religious man, yet the Lord blessed him with his desire.
• The Lord knows the beginning to the end.
• I'm so grateful we let the Lord be in charge.