More than Enough

Please pardon yesterday's post...I promise I can spell better than that.

You may also have to pardon today's post as well since typing on my iPad tends to lead to less than accurate phrasing or autocorrects that make people wonder why I even bothered.

For those of you who wondered about the house situation, here's a little info in what's going on in our world.

We listed our house for almost $20,000 less than we bought it for, knowing that this market was horrific.

Luckily, we had it some money down when we bought it, though. Something that may never happen again...

So when the original offer came in a good 15k lower than our asking price and with 10k settlement help, we could at least consider it.

And with a little negotiating, we wound up under contract.

But then the dreaded inspection...

And that awful garage floor...

And just to keep things interesting, what's say we add in an FHA inspector?

Fun, right?

If your idea of fun is a picnic in a fire ant infested park with a screaming 2 year old....

Or maybe having a cavity filled?

Anyway, you get the idea right?

We were dreading the inspection.

And rightly so.

Because at the end of the day, we were facing something we had never even considered...

A garage floor would have been expected...

But they wanted us to replace all the pipes in the house because they were prone to leaking...

Read that again...

PRONE to leaking.

As in not actually leaking.

As in this type of pipe may leak and therefore, blah, blah, blah....

And the price tag?

$5,000.

Oh and that doesn't even factor in the costs of drywall repair...that's just pipes.

Now, here's where I tell you the reality of it all.

You see, part of me, a very small part, believed deeply - to the core of my soul - that this crazy endeavor of ours was an ornate plan designed by God for something bigger. I don't know what, but SOMETHING.

So on Friday, when we got the call I sat in stunned confusion.

And yet, I still believed.

I refused to give up.

And on Sunday, when the chords of "Our God is Greater" started, tears were rolling down my face.

Because I knew.

I believed.

I was so sure that this was Him.

Giving me the opportunity to trust.

So on Monday when that phone call came, verifying that the would-be buyers had accepted our last ditch efforts of throwing another (our last) $2,000 at them, I wasn't surprised.

I was thankful.

And when I pulled into my kids non-Christian daycare and saw that they had updated their sign to say this...

My only thought was, "He really is, isn't He?"

No one promised this journey would be easy or leave us not wanting for anything.

But I can't help but believe He is all over this.

And that's enough for me.