The Lord has been laying on my heart to share our story for awhile now. Many of you know our story of moving down to Georgia for a job transfer. But there are some things that we haven't shared with everyone. I apologize in advance, as I know it is going to be a long read. I do hope, however, that it encourages you.
In the fall of 2012, we were sitting in church praying over a couple who was moving south to be closer to family. Matt and I kind of looked at each other and said, we could totally see ourselves as potential southerners. I believe this was God preparing us for things to come.
The very next week at work Matt was informed of a new facility opening in Rome, Georgia in May 2013. This would allow him to have a better opportunity for advancement in his career. When he came home and told me about it, I could hardly believe it. We began to research the area and found that the cost of living was pretty similar...not to mention it was close to our favorite vacation spot- the Smokey Mountains.
We had already planned to spend Christmas in Gatlinburg that year, so we decided we would take a day to drive down and explore the area since it was only a couple hours further south. We checked it out and it was so beautiful. When you're born and raised in the flatlands of northwest Ohio, there is just something so spectacular about seeing hills and mountains everywhere. We knew then that this was something we wanted to pursue. We prayed about it and felt peace with our decision.
2013
We started getting the house ready to put on the market. At the beginning of March, we listed our house for sale. We were confident it would sell in no time.
May 15, Matt left for Georgia, but the kids and I stayed behind...still confident the house would sell soon. May 31, we accepted an offer on our house. Excitement began to set in. We really were going to be moving! Around the end of June, the deal started falling apart. There were issues with the financing, among other things. My whole world just crumbled. It was so rough being away from Matt, seeing the kids cry every night because they missed their Daddy. I ended up getting so stressed out that I literally made myself sick. I remember calling my mom to come help me one day because I could hardly get up and walk. I wondered why God was allowing us to go through this. I began to become angry with God. Did we misinterpret the peace He had given us just because we wanted this so badly?
Paying our mortgage and rent for Matt's "apartment" was starting to take a toll on our finances, but we were still hoping for the best. I remember one morning going to get the mail, and finding an unmarked envelope with $1000 cash in it. To this day, we have no idea who it was that blessed us, but we are still so grateful. That act of generosity restored my faith that God still had our backs.
That Fall we began to talk about the kids and I just moving down so we could all be together. We couldn't bear the thought of spending the holiday season apart. So the day after Thanksgiving, we left for Georgia.
We were elated to be back together as a family...six months separated was not an ideal situation. I will never recommend that to anyone. But now we were paying our mortgage and an even bigger rent payment. But it was worth it to be together again. We found an amazing church and I finally felt that I was growing in the Word of God again.
2014
In January we pledged a certain amount of money to our new church for some projects they were hoping to complete. It was going to be a stretch in addition to two house payments. But we knew God would bless us for our faithfulness.
Two weeks later the engine in Matt's car went out. Seriously?! Got that replaced. August- the transmission on our van went out. You've GOT to be kidding me! We knew we were going to be needing a new van but wanted to wait until our house sold in case we had to bring money to closing. At that point all I could do was cry. Some people may have thought that was a sign that we should never have moved. I began to wonder the same thing. Why would God continue to allow these things to happen? I now believe it was Satan trying to get us to doubt God.
In August, we took our house off the market and finally began to rent it out.
Our marriage really began to struggle at the end of 2014- in ways I have never imagined. Quite honestly, I wasn't sure we were going to make it. But there was NO way I was going to let the devil win in that area of my life! He was NOT going to destroy our marriage. I knew that if our marriage failed, it was not going to be because I didn't give it everything.
2015-
We really began to work on our marriage this year. I am so thankful for God's restoration power. He has drawn Matt and I closer together than ever before and healed hurts I was positive could never be healed.
We put our house back on the market in the spring, while still renting it out.
In the late fall, I kind of began to fall in to a deep, dark place. I don't really know how to explain it any other way. I can't think of a particular thing that triggered it. I know I was feeling like God had forgotten about us. I remember one Sunday at the end of church, I was almost in tears. I had come to church with a bad attitude and something that was said at altar call must have struck a chord with me. I knew I should have gone up at altar call. But being prideful, thinking it was for someone else, I just stood there- holding back my tears. A sweet little old lady came up to me and asked if I was ok. Of course, I put on a fake smile and said, "yes." She told me that the Lord and told her to tell me that He loved me and had not forgotten about me. I had never seen this lady before and have not seen her since. I am so thankful for her obedience, because at that point, I really just wanted to run away from everything and everyone.
2016 (Now it starts to get REALLY exciting!)
One Wednesday in March after church, we were talking with a man whom our family has grown to love and respect. Somehow we ended up on the topic of our Ohio house and this man (Mr. Steve) asked if he could pray for us.
The next week was Holy week. We took communion at church as a family and had a foot washing service. Afterwards, Mr. Steve said we had been on his heart all week and he wanted to pray over our family about our house again. After he prayed for us, I felt a tiny spark of hope start to ignite in my spirit again.
April 3, we paid the final amount we had pledged to our church- a little later than we had anticipated paying that off, but we wanted to be faithful and complete what we said we would. That week, Matt said it was time to look into getting a new van...the old was starting to cost more than it was worth. We found one we liked and bought it on April 5. The following Monday, we used the rest of our savings to pay off a small loan. The VERY next day (April 14), we got an offer on our house. I could NOT believe it! I couldn't help but cry because I was overwhelmed! It was an FHA loan, so not ideal with a 100+ year old house, but we were definitely willing to do whatever we could to make it work. That was going to have to include a lot of overtime on Matt's part since we would most likely have to make some repairs. I was so excited to tell Matt we had an offer! We had waited so long for this moment! That night, I said, "You know what would be awesome? If we got ANOTHER offer and it was a conventional loan." He kind of laughed. Thirty minutes later, I checked my email one last time before I shut down the computer...we had a SECOND offer with a CONVENTIONAL loan and he didn't ask for ANY inspections or repairs!! This offer was a little lower than the first one, but we took it because we knew there were a few things the FHA loan was going to require us to fix. We were going to have to bring money to closing since his offer was a little lower than asking price. (We had the house listed at that time at the lowest we could go to just break even and be done with the whole process.) Matt worked HIS BUTT OFF so we would have enough money to pay for the difference needed to pay off the mortgage. That next week we got two checks in the mail because apparently last year when Claire broke her leg I overpaid (even though I paid what was on the bill). Then we were supposed to owe a bill for about $500. Matt went to pay it and it was only $5.00!! What?! God was working!!!
We went back to Ohio to take care of some things at the bank and sign paperwork. We had a nice visit with our families too. Came back home and found out what we were going to owe at closing was $800 less than we originally were told! Praise God! And we are going to be getting a refund from the homeowner's insurance as well as the property taxes in escrow! May 25th at 4:45 P.M., the new owner signed the papers and everything was finalized! I pray that the new owner will make great memories in that house. It was our first home, and we made some pretty amazing memories there that we will cherish forever.
I have learned SO much over the past three years.
God's ways are not our ways. I thought that since we felt this move was what God wanted for us, everything would just fall into place. It quite possibly could have. Maybe it just took us a long time to learn some of the things God was trying to teach us.
For the longest time, I kept trying to figure out, what it was that I was doing wrong that was preventing our house from selling. It wasn't until very recently that I realized that it has nothing to do with ME! It was ALL about God! I tried to do everything in my power to get our house sold. Everything I did fell short. When I FINALLY fully began trusting that God would work it out according to His plan is when we started seeing amazing things happening. Sadly, it took me three years to learn some of these things. I am so thankful God is patient and merciful. I am sure at times He felt like I do when one of my kids is continually whining in my ear.
I know our story is not yet finished. In fact, I believe it is only beginning, and I can't wait to see what God has in store for us next! I finally feel like we belong here in Georgia and that we can begin a life here. There is such a great peace when you know you are exactly where God has called you to be and you are doing what He has called you to do!
Thanks for hanging in there on this long post. I truly hope it has encouraged you in your faith. And thank you to the many people who have prayed for our family these past three years. Our family is so thankful to have such a great support system.