“…The waiting is the hardest part
Every day you see one more card
You take it on faith, you take it to the heart
The waiting is the hardest part…”~Tom Petty~
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We found our dream home, and made an offer.
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The seller said yes,
The bank said yes.
We’ve been approved for our loan…
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Our current home has become so devalued in this economy that our funding was not enough to pay for the Appalachian Farmlet.
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I have no words.
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We are on pins and needles again. We have now made our offer on the new Farmlet! We hope they accept it, but they could counter-offer or even refuse.
So, now we wait!
A view from the upper paddock
“…The waiting is the hardest part
Every day you see one more card
You take it on faith, you take it to the heart
The waiting is the hardest part…”~Tom Petty~
I know Tom was on another wavelength when he wrote these words, but they seem apropos to the way we are feeling right now. 😉
Today we went to look at a little place in the foothills of the Appalachian mountains. It is small, but just right for the critters of the Farmlet because it is just over two acres which is way more than they have now! The house that sits on the land is just right for a couple thinking of retirement. It is cozy, has a spare room for visitors, a basement and a screened back porch for enjoying the day, or evening, without being eaten by mosquitoes.
If you came for a visit…
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So now we pray, and wait to see if God says yes!
“It all began with a 5:00am phone call from my neighbor, but I’ll get to that in tomorrow’s post.”
I said that over ten days ago and never followed through. I’m sorry. Here’s what happened immediately following that 5:00 AM call!
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My neighbor called me and in a flat voice said,
“Lynda, if you look out your back window you’ll see the house on fire.”
Bleary-eyed, foggy headed, and half asleep I am jolted into the here and now. I go to the dining room window to see her house, but it is not burning. Then, to my left I see the flames…
They are directly behind the woods and shooting easily 100 feet into the predawn sky! Dazed, I hear her continue; something about being woke up, a cell phone, and more. I thank her for calling and we hang up.
Still a bit dazed, I begin to wonder why she called me so early in the morning when clearly both she and I, her’s and mine, are not in any danger. Then I get it. She want’s me to pray for the family whose house is afire. DUH! We had no way at that time to know if the family was OK, or if they all got out in time.
We listened for the news on TV, heard that the road was blocked off for the fire crews, and saw a momentary shot of the house, fire trucks, and an ambulance. Later in the day we drove by, on the way to the hospital for my eye injury, and would see the gutted wreckage. There were at least twenty cars pulled up onto the front lawn. Family and friends, folks from church, all there to sift through the mess and to collect anything salvageable for the family. I doubt there was much. Taking one look caused me to cry and exclaim, “It’s so sad!” To which Bob replied, “They have a lot of friends. They will be OK.” Blessedly, that evening we would hear that although the house was a total loss, the family had gotten out in time.
I tend to write about so many things. I try to keep it fun and not complain too much, but sometimes it all gets the better of me.
However, events like this…
put it all into perspective.
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Article from WHNT Huntsville: http://whnt.com/2013/02/03/house-fire-in-hazel-green/
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