We came back from Hawaii and I got overwhelmed fast.
Gabrielle’s 2nd birthday party was the same weekend we returned. Family and friends helped us celebrate her with a princess tea party at Savoy. It was adorable and much less stress than a party at home.
Barry traveled extensively with his job and I tried to keep our current home staged and ready to sell with a newly two toddler.
I prayed God would sell our home to the right family. As I would franticly clean or try to pick up as we ran out the door to have another nap in the car during a showing, I would always pray for the home to be a blessing to the family God wanted to live there.
I knew God had someone special in mind that our house would be perfect for. It was going to be an answer to their prayers. I prayed God would show Himself faithful to them and their needs.
I prayed they would be a Godly family who would continue to keep the house in the Kingdom – being hospitable, loving neighbors and open to whatever God had in mind.
I’ve heard a lot of women speak of how hard it is to move – the memories of Christmases, bringing their babies home and how the house had become a member of their family. I think building our farmhouse while we were trying to sell our house made it much easier for me emotionally to put those years in a scrapbook and move on to what God was calling us to.
The juggling and balance were difficult over the four months we were building and keeping a house staged trying to sell, but it gave all three of us time to disconnect from the house emotionally and mentally start to live on the farm.
Little did I know how God would answer my prayers for the next owners of our former house. I’ll tell more details another day about how we built our house and the timing of our house finally selling.
Fast forward to a day in October 2015. We had sold our house and moved into our farmhouse in September of 2015. Of course, we never knew who the people were who bought our house. Just a name on the legal documents. You know, nowadays most folks don’t meet at a closing since crazy stuff can happen.
But one day at Bible study, a woman touched me on the shoulder to introduce herself as the wife/mother of the family who bought our house. She was in Bible Study Fellowship with me and I never knew it. I’m not sure how she knew I was the former owner. Maybe she googled our names like I did her husband’s. Nothing wrong checking out who’s house you’re about to live in.
She said she had been trying to get the nerve up to talk to me for weeks. Get this. Her daughter was in Gabrielle’s class. There are over 150 kids on Wednesday morning and her daughter was in Gabrielle’s class. I see you there, God.
She told me the house was such a blessing to their family. Her husband has mobility issues and a one story they loved was hard to find. They had looked for almost a year. They were thoroughly enjoying their new house, our old house, and she just wanted to say “Thank you!”
I gushed. I may have squealed in the hall of the children’s ministry. I rapidly told her about my prayers for her and her family. How God answered them and was kind enough to reveal to me what He had done for us and for them.
I stood there praising God with her. I felt so small and so loved. I was in awe how God had worked the details into such a fun story to retell. And I couldn’t believe He would reveal to me what He had done and how He had specifically answered each of my prayers.
You know how there are prayers and stories and behind the scenes you want to know when you get to heaven? I’m sure there are moments in your life when you wonder how your prayer made a difference. Or why God had you do something that you never saw any change or fruit from?
I knew in that sweet moment in the church hall with another mom who had just moved and was trying to get her family settled, too, I was receiving a sacred gift from my Heavenly Father. I knew He didn’t have to show me what He had done this side of heaven, but He did and I was thankful. He blessed me with confirmation our family was following His lead.
I pray they will always be enveloped by my prayers in our former house and experience the Holy Spirit in their new home. I was praying the same for our family as I made the choices for the bathtub, paint colors and brick for our farmhouse during the summer of 2015.