Not Meant To Be

We didn't get the house.

I've sat here for a bit just staring at the keyboard considering how to even begin describing the despicable (sp?) auction process but can't. I just can't. It makes me sick and I don't know how any realtor in this country sleeps at night.

Bidding started at $500,000 and finished at $672,000. Our last bid was for $671,000 even though we had promised each other we wouldn't go a dollar over $660,000. But, in the heat of the moment and with a realtor literally in your face and with the only other bidding couple mere inches away from you at the back of the room countering every single offer you make SECONDS after you've drawn your next breath... you find yourself sort of stepping outside yourself and doing something no sane person WOULD EVER DO!

Thank GOD we didn't get it. Because it's not worth even $660,000. (Our building inspector told me we'd need to put in about $100,000 to make the basement and FOUNDATION sound!)

My disappointment today is not because we didn't get that house. It's simply because I woke up this morning still not having a place to call my own. Blah blah blah. I'm even sick of writing about it.

The Lord has promised good to me. His word my hope secures. He will my shield and portion be. As long as life endures.

I'm so thankful for the constants in my life. Friends beyond compare. Husband beyond compare. A son who really couldn't be happier. The unfailing love of parents, distant and related by law. The sunrise every morning (come on, it's not silly... we take it for granted but I see the most amazing sky when I pull back the curtains in the morning).

I saw a pod of Orcas yesterday morning flipping sting rays high into the air! It was fantastic. Absolutely amazing. To be at the right place at the right time and see that. What a treat.

That's what's going to happen with a house. Right house, right time. Really, it is.