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\"Weathervane<\/a><\/h1>\n

This week’s post \u00a0is from a guest writer, Rebekah Lowe:<\/em><\/p>\n

Waiting is hell. Okay, it isn’t, but it is really, really hard.<\/p>\n

I have just come through a time of waiting, and it was no day at the beach. Unless it is a day with sunburn, sand in your shorts, and lots of jellyfish. \u00a0Waiting is hard. Even when I know all the things. Like, that I don’t want to rush ahead of God\u2019s best choice for me. And that I can trust that there is a good reason that I am waiting.\u00a0 And that He always thinks up better solutions for me than I do for myself.\u00a0 And that He will take care of me in the meantime, while I wait.\u00a0 Still\u2026<\/p>\n

We were going to sell our house and move.\u00a0 Not just for fun.\u00a0 But because we needed to reduce our expenses.\u00a0 It took us awhile to face facts, to understand that a move was necessary.\u00a0 But we came to realize it, researched best options to sell, and put the house on the market.\u00a0 In terms of real estate markets, we live in a hot neighborhood, in a hot city, and it was Spring. \u00a0The triple threat, right? \u00a0We thought we would sell the house in a couple of days, for near asking price.\u00a0 Everyone said so.\u00a0 We had watched God sell houses with remarkable speed for us several times before.\u00a0 I was fond of saying, \u201cGod does real estate!\u201d, and He certainly does, just as he does anything He chooses to do for us.<\/p>\n

The first weekend came and went, with many lookers, but no offers.\u00a0 We \u00a0visited\u00a0another possible home for us, and began to calculate what we might offer for that place.<\/p>\n

\"hourglass<\/a><\/p>\n

The first month<\/em> came and went, with many lookers, but no offers.\u00a0 We dropped the price a little, and I made my first of many spreadsheets, so I could analyze what we might net, at any given price.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m sorry to say, the first year<\/i><\/strong> came and went.\u00a0 Year!!!<\/i>\u00a0 By then, I was just about at my wit\u2019s end.\u00a0 Price drops, a different real estate company, nothing seemed to help.\u00a0 I still knew, just knew, that I dare not try to wrest control back from God.\u00a0 Not that He wouldn\u2019t let me, He would have. \u00a0God is a gentleman, as Lydia Floren says.<\/p>\n

Rather, I knew whatever options I could manufacture would never live up to whatever He was waiting for.\u00a0 AND, it seemed pretty evident that factors that made sense in this world, like market strength, price points, and selling strategies were not the barriers.<\/p>\n

So, I waited.\u00a0 Not without complaint. \u00a0Not all that patiently. \u00a0With the encouragement of my friends, I waited.\u00a0 With pleas for Him to do whatever needed doing, I waited.\u00a0 With Him meeting our needs all along the way, I waited.<\/p>\n

And last week, He sold the house.\u00a0 I still don\u2019t know why we were waiting, God and me, but I know that good things came from it.<\/p>\n