The Waiting and the Miracle

I'm cool waiting in line at a store.  I chill when waiting for friends who are late.  I don't even mind waiting in traffic.

However, for me there's nothing worse than waiting for something that was supposed to already have happened.  Getting the documents to move into this house fell into this category.

Being the planner that I was, I had worked out a schedule which would have us cleaning up the new place the first weekend, moving my items into it the second weekend of May and moving Todd's items in the third weekend in May.  This plan would get me out of my townhouse by the required date and get Todd out of his place and more importantly, his storage units before he was charged to rent them another month.

May 1 came and went.  I practiced patience.

May 7 came and went.  I practiced patience, but nervous energy was busting out everywhere.  I was tapping incessantly and tossing and turning and gritting my teeth at night.

If this think didn't happen the next week, there would be no way to meet our schedule, not to mention, if it fell through we had no back-up plan--nowhere to move.

The whole next week the seller's attorney had the paperwork.  We kept being told, he'll look at it tomorrow, then when tomorrow came, we'd hear that it would be tomorrow again.  This repeated from Monday until Friday.  On Friday, we were told he'd have it to us by the end of the day.

Since our attorney would still need to review it one last time, we were going to miss out on another moving weekend.

May 14 came and went.

Todd and I thought the attorney was just busy, but then we began to get paranoid.  We later found out it was because the guy who had foreclosed on the house wanted it, not for himself, but he apparently he had a buyer and was trying to keep her from renting it to us so it would go into foreclosure and he could take it and flip it.  The seller had needed the time to consider his offer, but in the end she chose us.

I know not everyone believes in divine intervention, but in this situation, I certainly do.  We had faith that the house was meant to be ours and we put all ou eggs in that basket even when it looked like there was no way it was going to happen.  We're glad we did.