This past summer, we had our house on the market. This experience really made me trust and rely on God more. The uneasiness, stress, and fear was too much for me to handle. I knew I had to trust God more, but it was hard. Thankfully, God and people who care for me got me through.
The fact that our house was on the market really scared me. I felt insecure and stressed. Insecure because I knew that we didn’t have anywhere we wanted to move to most of the time, yet we still had our house on the market, and stressed because it was a constant battle to keep the house “perfect”. Every time we would leave to go somewhere, we’d “stage” the house and make sure it was clean in case someone came.
I also didn’t like the fact that any person with a certain electronic card or code could come into our house anytime because we had an electronic lock box on our door. It made me feel better when Dad was home, but it didn’t always seem like home. And all of this lasted for six months. We had a few times when people would say they were coming and then cancel after they were supposed to be here. And when someone actually did come, they usually didn’t stay any longer than ten minutes. The realtors were required to give us 30 minutes notice before showing our house.
So, imagine, getting a call saying someone’s going to come see your house in 30 minutes, then you go into a crazy, nonstop “clean and stage,” get yourself and your pets out of the house, and wait. And after the potential buyers had come and gone, we would hear about some ridiculous reason why they didn’t like our house. The worst was the lady who would not get out of her car when she saw us leaving with our dogs. She was highly allergic to dogs but failed to let the realtor know that ahead of time. After showing the house we would go back inside and put things back to normal.
I wanted to be away from the house as often as possible. I couldn’t wait until it was time to go to church or to a friend’s house or to any activity. When I was home and the phone would ring, I hoped and prayed that it wasn’t someone who wanted to see the house. Two of my brothers-in-Christ/friends really encouraged me to trust God and my parents. I’m so thankful for them and I’m glad that they were always ready to listen even if I wasn’t always ready to talk.
I think that God has been teaching me the importance of trusting him through my parents’ decisions and knowing that He’s always with me and wants what’s best for me. Different things that have happened, like changing churches and having our house on the market really helped me trust God more. When situations are out of my control, I can trust God and my parents to do what they think is best. They always want what’s best for me and I can trust them. Praise God that I live in a Christian home and can learn new things about Him and His love for us.
Post note: the names of any real estate agents have been left out for their own protection (and mine too!). lol!
