Well, our house has been on the market for three months now. When we originally listed our home with a realtor, I told my husband, “Don’t expect it to sell overnight.” At that time, I had no idea how true those words would be.
In the past, when we would decide to sell a home, we never used a realtor. We’d just stick a sign in our front yard and within two weeks a contract would be signed. Assuming the same thing would happen with our existing home was a big mistake.
Although I absolutely love our home and would like nothing more than to stay here forever, our finances or lack there of, has required us to make this difficult move.
Last Friday, we received an unexpected knock at our door. My husband had fallen asleep on our bed and I was folding a mound of clothes that some how ended up on my laundry table. The kids were out playing with friends and I hadn’t gotten around to making my bed or straightening up around the house.
As I walked to the door, I could see two women standing on my front porch, peeking in through the glass windows. As I opened the door, I noticed that one was wearing a badge with her name on it. At first, I thought they were selling something but as the introductions were made, I could feel the muscles in the back of my neck begin to tighten.
These two women were actually a realtor and potential client that wanted to see our home… at that very moment! No notice. No advanced call saying that they were coming over. No scheduled appointment. Just a knock at the door and a simple request. Well, actually, it wasn’t simple at all. I politely asked them to walk around the yard and give me a few minutes to tidy up. Then I flew into the bedroom, woke up Keith out of what appeared to be a very deep sleep and started shoving everything that was misplaced into dresser drawers and closets. Keith ran upstairs, while scratching his head in confusion, only to find that the kids hadn’t made their beds either and the game room was an absolute mess!
While panic and pandemonium set in, I kept telling myself, “Just stay calm, just stay calm, just stay calm.” The doorbell rang again and there they were, peeking through my windows again.
As I let them in, I apologized profusely and explained that I hadn’t gotten around to cleaning up yet. I had a smile on my face but deep down inside, I was completely mortified. No woman wants unexpected company when their house is a wreck… at least, not this women.
The showing only lasted about 20 minutes but it felt like a hour. As I showed them around, the potential client peeked inside all of our closets and storage space. She even had a camera and was taking pictures.
As they left, I thanked them for coming and politely waved good-bye. I then calmly closed the door, walked into my kitchen, looked up to my ceiling with my hands waving and said “What was that for?” I walked over and plopped down into my cozy prayer chair. It was time for God and I to have a talk and I planned to do most the talking
“I just don’t get it,” I told Him. ” You know that we’re trying to put our best foot forward to sell our home. We want it to look perfect whenever a client or realtor comes over. We know that each showing is critical and could potentially be the sale we’ve been waiting for. Why would you allow someone to come over, totally unexpected, when our house is a mess? Is this what you wanted?”
Tomorrow, I’ll share with you what God shared with me, after my little temper tantrum. But for now, let me ask you, does God ever do things so totally unexpected that you raise up your hands to Him and say “What was that for?”
Do you often times feel like you have a good plan or idea, one that is all perfect and tidy. Yet, along comes God, only to throw, what seems at the time, a wrench in everything?
Could it be that your good idea is not a God idea? Could it be that what seems to be His will is not His will at all? Could it be that your plan doesn’t line up to His plan for you at all?
I’d love to hear what you think…