Disappointment

About a month ago, we had a house showing that seemed really promising. The young couple were in from out of town and had representatives present from both sides of the family. They were oohing and aahing over the house, and we heard that there might be a second showing later in the day.

I "made" the kids sit on the couch and watch a movie so nothing in the house would get messed up. The prospect of a second showing was encouraging. About 4:30 p.m., we hadn't heard anything from the realtor. We called to see when we could schedule the showing. She informed us that they had made an offer on another home. I was devastated. I didn't even know how to process that information. It took me a couple of days to really get a grip and recover from my disappointment.

That brings us to this week. We had 3 showings, one of which was a second showing for a buyer who saw the house a couple of weeks ago. We got an offer out of that second showing. They didn't accept our counter offer.

We got another offer, pretty comparable to the first, from another buyer. They sat on our counter offer all weekend. They said things like, "This feels like home to us." and "This is exactly how we would decorate this house." But they are not ready to respond, either way really, to our counter offer. We are moving on--to square one, that is.

I don't feel nearly as emotional about these two losses, but I am still deeply disappointed for so many reasons: my desire to plan for the future, to move on to the next step of the dream that God has given us, to catapult our family into the craziness of transition knowing that the sooner we do that, the sooner we will be settling into new routines, a new home, and a new career and that we will be finished with this house selling business.

God is in the waiting. He's walking with us, I know it. But it's still challenging.