Our home on the south side of Lexington sold in December of 2010. Our closing was set for February, and we quickly found a house we liked on the north side. This meant we went from [Life on Lansill] to [Life on Loudon].
During the process of buying and selling, our home inspections were a bit stressful. The house we moved out of was built in the 1960s, and had entered that stage where much could use an upgrade. I honestly wasn't sure it would pass inspection. The house we moved into was built in 1910, leaving open a wide realm of possible problems.
If you've ever sold or purchased a home, you know the anxiety involved. Your buyer could back out. You could get laid off work the day before closing. Lightening could strike both homes, leaving you out on the street. . .
One day as I was pulling out of my workplace parking lot, I had an overwhelming sense that everything was going to work out. Despite all the possibilities that something could go wrong, I felt God was telling me:
It's all going to be okay. This is what you should have done a long time ago.My mind went back to a conversation. [see previous entry and you'll understand] I really felt God was showing me we were finally doing what we were supposed to do. Maybe I was a little late getting to it, but better late than never. We were moving across town to immerse ourselves in our community. Instead of moving to the "outside" we were moving in.
Please don't think I'm bragging, or saying, "Look at us. We're the family that moved to the not so nice part of town." Well, maybe that is what I'm saying, but I don't mean it in a "preachy" sort of way. It's what we were called to do years ago, and for whatever reason, we're just now getting around to it. Is that MY fault? Maybe. Did I need a lot more experiences before I was ready? Probably. But here we are. Doing what we should've done a long time ago. And there's no time like the present. Literally. So now, I suppose, we're doing what we're supposed to be doing today.