We have been in our new house for just over a month. I've been meaning to journal how awesome God is. It seems kind of ridiculous to talk about the awesome of God regarding something as simple as a house purchase, he created the earth and the sun, he can handle 1600 square feet, still I feel the need to give him the glory.
On the way to look at our house we had a fight. I didn't want to go look at the place, I was tired and didn't wanna. We had an argument, but we went to see it. When we walked into the house I knew instantly that we would want to put an offer in, I didn't think we would get the place, but I knew we would offer.
The place was polished. The floors had been refinished, there was new paint, but there wasn't the fresh non-professionally installed flip house granite counters in the kitchen. Nice touches.
By this point in our house looking process we would put an offer in on anything, we had been rejected so many times I was confident in our ability to not get any place, so we put an offer in. There was a counter. What? Really? A counter? We had started looking 8 months before, we didn't quite know what to do. We had read the books on the process of house buying about a year before, what did the process look like after you put in an offer. We didn't know.
So we countered the counter. Their first counter was kind of cheese ball. I had been aggravated, I told Heather that I wouldn't pay over a really odd number - last four digits 450. We countered, they came back with that exact number. We looked at it as a sign, we had asked for direction - it seemed God was giving it.
We accepted the counter on a Monday night. On Tuesday morning I am having a quite time and Heather walks out of the bedroom, "I'm pregnant!!!" WHAT??? "I'm pregnant!!!"
We considered it another sign. If we had found out a moment before we may have second guessed, if we had found out any later we would have considered it maybe not quite the act of God we came to see it as.
The inspections came back good. We closed. We prepared to move in.
The night before we were set to move into the new house my mother-in-law and grandmother-in-law came in to help. Around @1AM my mother-in-law comes into the room, "Jeremy someone is knocking on the door and calling your name." I get up confused, I go to the door, no one is there. I open the door and hear something. I walk around the side of the building and there is a geyser shooting up to the second story of the building. The water main to the building had busted, and it was right outside our apartment. I go back inside, walk to the bathroom, and I feel water on my feet outside the door. I turn on the light, a full two inches of water is on the ground, and more is coming in.
There a few moments that stick out. Heather jumps out of bed, doesn't know whats going on and throws a towel down on the floor. Praise God though, our apartment was packed, and the place where our boxes were stacked was high ground. If we hadn't been moving, we would have been moving. Our apartment was flooded, but there was no causalities, everything was okay.
What a month. God knew I needed the extra push out the door, the extra assurance that we were doing the right thing, of course he knew, he is God, he is amazing.
