That's how I feel at the end of today. I'm tired!
As you know from my last post, I spent the weekend with David's sister in Florida. We were so blessed to attend a Simply Charlotte Mason conference. I could give you an extremely long synopsis of the weekend's experiences, the enlightening and encouraging moments, the confirmation that, as a family--both immediate and extended--we are going down the right path with our children, but then I'd be here all night long.
And I've got a date with a real estate Web site.
You read right. We're on the house-hunt again.
We've been sort of un-seriously looking for the past several weeks. What we're really trying to do is take advantage of the government's tax credit for first-time home buyers.
Can you say 'free money'?
We're not exactly first-timers, however it has been over three and a half years since the sale of our home, so that qualifies us as such.
Anyway, the long and the short of it is that our decision was, in a roundabout way, made for us at 6:45 this morning. It seemed we had just gone to bed, when I was awakened by abrupt knocking at our door.
My immediate reaction to sudden noises in the dead of night, or in this case, the dead of morning, has always been to yell-whisper at David while hitting him on the back, "David! Someone's at the door!"
So we both get up together to see what's going on.
A police officer stood there asking, "Are you the owners of a Hyundai minivan?"
"Yes," I said, very confused.
"I'm sorry to have to tell you that it's been broken into. I need you both to come downstairs to show me if anything's been stolen and to fill out a police report while I search for prints," he informed us.
CSI suddenly isn't so cool when it's happening to you.
The first thing David said was that he couldn't remember if he had brought his guitar into the house after church. So I immediately started panicking. I could handle anything, absolutely anything being taken from my husband but that one thing. It's his livelihood, his passion, his calling. Taking that away from him would be like taking air out of his lungs, and subsequently mine.
I threw on a robe, and Dave through on a t-shirt. As soon as I saw the shattered glass all over the driver's side of the pavement, I started losing my breath. I could think only of his guitar, and the thought of having to replace it made my stomach churn.
David also believed he had left his wallet in the door pocket of the van, and we both knew there was an old computer, monitor, and keyboard in the very back. As was his guitar.
Amazingly, the officer opened the back hatch, and David pulled out his guitar! We couldn't believe it. I started bawling out of sheer joy and thankfulness. The computer monitor and keyboard were still there, but the tower had been taken. David later found his wallet, not in the van, but in his own car, which happened to be unlocked all along! (Hope you've learned your lesson, Dear...)
To take the computer tower out of the van, the thieves would have had to lift David's guitar first. I am certain that God blinded their eyes to his guitar. He must have made it invisible or just simply made their eyes so that they couldn't see it. I am completely convinced.
All that said (plus several other incidents that have happened around our complex lately), we are totally at peace with moving out of our apartment.
Thus begins the house-hunting.
We are praying that God will open our eyes and hearts to the exact home He has for us. And we are praying that He orders our steps in such a way that we will come out of this process blessed all the way around, that when we find that house we will know that it is right, and above all that He will receive the glory for doing those things which we are incapable of doing on our own.
Won't you please pray with us and for us?
As always, we're so grateful!