A Nudge From God?

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Oh how I wish God’s message was clearer.

We put our house on the market last fall. For me, 9 1/2 months is a long time. Our three previous houses (we moved a lot) sold in less than three months.

This cute little 4-bed/2-bath bungalow is 15 years old, in a perfect location for anyone who works downtown and doesn’t want to pay for expensive parking. Walking distance to grocery store, pharmacy, novelty shop, two gyms, and three schools. Nicely tucked away behind the main street means you’re not in a high traffic area.

Wheelchair accessible, it has wide doors and hallway. A Dr. had it built for his mom who had mobility issues. This house can be used as an income property. The only thing missing downstairs is a kitchen. The craft/hobby room can easily be converted.

While it is priced to sell and we’ve had a lot of great feedback from prospect buyers, we only received one offer.  What’s the problem?

The apartments.

Behind our backyard are three 3-storey apartment buildings. Most who looked at our house see that as a lack of privacy. What they don’t know is how quiet it is in this neighbourhood. The apartments owners are strict about noise levels. There are never any parties or rowdiness.

I was ecstatic when the first offer came two weeks ago. We were told they were pre-approved, so we started packing and sold items we don’t use anymore. We put a conditional offer on one we’d absolutely loved. It was accepted.

Then things fell apart.

Our agent called to say our buyer had to pull out of the deal. Talk about disappointment.

In the same breath, he said the one we’d put an offer on sold when the owner received a straight offer and accepted it.  

Now what? One room is full of boxes. We have to move them to the storage room in the basement to make the house presentable when the next showing request comes. 

We prayed about it and decided if not sold by June 30, it’s going off the market. Not knowing where God is leading us with this, we lay our fleece down (read Judges 6 if you’re not sure what that means), and pray it sells by the end of the month. The disappointment has worn off (mostly) and we’ve accepted that maybe God is saying now’s not the time to move. Hubby and I want to retire closer to the country, but if God says stay who are we to argue? Yet…

Today, after telling a few people we’re taking it off the market in two weeks, our agent called to say the one we wanted to buy is back on the market.

It feels good knowing we can put another offer on it, conditional on the sale of ours.

Is God saying be patient? Is He saying I’ll bring the buyer in My time, not yours, which may not necessarily be by June 30? Oh how I wish His message was clearer.

Time will tell.