Friends. I can’t even. Like I really CAN’T EVEN.
Thank you thank you thank you, Jesus!! Man a(stinking)live. Holy cow. This is just nuts. NUTS.
If you aren’t in the clicking/reading mood, we decided in October to sell our house, take a loss, move into an apartment, pay off what we owed on the house, get to know our new Somali neighbors, share Jesus, and dream about the day we could go back to Cambodia (either another short-long trip or a move).
Then we found out we qualified for a short sale since Gabe lost his job and we had a boatload of medical bills.
Then I’ll fast forward to the part where we had an offer on our house at the beginning of January and leave out the NIGHTMARE of submitted paperwork and things going wrong, wrong, wrong and the buyers threatening to back out over and over and our realtors doing their so-very-hardest for so-little-pay to make it work.
Then I’ll fast forward to three days ago when they told us WE’RE CLOSING Thursday. And our frantic efforts to sell the rest of our furniture and get everything out of our garage and shed and our van over-heating again before we could get it all out and borrowing our neighbor’s SUV and that all worked out and then they told us yesterday, “Sorry, but something is screwed up with the taxes and we can’t close tomorrow,” and the buyers said, “Yeah, this is pretty much the last straw.”
And I BEGGED God to help me give it all to him, just surrender it and trust and not worry and pleeeeeeeeeeease help me trust you, please, please, please.
And the girls and I went to the Wash & Tan (laundromat part, not the tanning beds) for the first time today and ran errands and came home. Ava went to get the mail and there was just one little envelope and she handed it to me, and it was a HUGE TAX RETURN. And I screamed and yelled, “THANK YOU, JESUS!” and jumped up and down, then fell on my face in praise and thanks, then ripped open my desk drawer and pulled out all the hospital bills and our checkbook and started paying bill after bill after bill.
I was so happy I wanted to die.
And then Gabe got home and THEN at 3:30, we got a call from our realtor, “We’re closing today! Can you be there at 4:00?”
ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME?!?!
And we rushed there and were first to arrive. And then we found out they were still missing one important paper and people had left the office and who knows when this will all work and…
I just felt peace, because God.
And at 5:55 p.m., we walked out of that title agency owing NO MONEY WHATSOEVER on our house AND we got a check for $3000 as an incentive/thank you for not foreclosing. (excuse me, what??!!)
So, basically (and I know I’ve said this before, but it BEARS REPEATING), if we’d had our way, we would’ve come back from Cambodia in January 2012, put our house on the market (so we could move to Cambodia), and we’d STILL be paying it off.
Instead, Gabe started suffering from anxiety/panic and lost his job, and the medical bills piled up, and we went through the two hardest years of our life and we’ve been down to zero money a zillion times and God always makes a way and because of all that we qualified for the short sale and not only do we owe nothing on our house but 1.) the $ we got from Uncle Sam for not making much $ and having a ton of medical expenses to deduct and 2.) the $ we got from our mortgage company for not foreclosing?
WILL PAY THE REST OF OUR MEDICAL BILLS IN FULL.
And Gabe is working, I’m working (God just keeps plopping writing/editing jobs in my lap), and our apartment is cheap, and all we have left is a few thousand dollars on a school bill, and we’ll be DEBT-FREE and SAVING FOR CAMBODIA.
I can’t even. CANNOT. EVEN.