Well, John and I are both feeling like ships lost at sea.
John is a planner. He likes to know things and plan for things and keep moving forward. Lately, we've been thrown a few curve balls. We are moving and have been trying to look at houses from 5 hours away. We finally picked a region where he would like to be transferred and focused our efforts there. We just found out that he is NOT getting that region. He is being stationed in his second choice. The second choice is OK, but just ... well, it has a whole other set of issues and well, ...(sigh)... it was just NOT our first choice.
We tried to get used to the idea this weekend. What else can we do? right? We've tried to look on the bright side of things. Then, we checked out a house his sister found out about. It is in a pretty good location and is in the region he'll be working in. It is 60 acres, a decent house, and free gas, priced at $160K. (No, not a typo.) We couldn't get a hold of the sellers, so we drove by and looked in the windows. John tried again and again to get a hold of them all weekend. He REALLY wanted that land. REALLY REALLY.
Finally, he made his sister go to the seller's home last night. She found out that the property already has a sales agreement. Ugh. John was pretty devastated. I didn't know how upset he was, until he came home early from the gym. He had a sick look on his face. He couldn't even finish his work-out and just had to come home. Poor thing. He could finally see the culmination of his goals for the last 20 years coming into place and WHAM!
He is feeling a little better this morning. "It's out of my hands," he said. I just keep trying to tell him... tell US... that God has something worked out for us and this, apparently, was not it. We just have to keep believing.
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