My father had found a job but he was overqualified and terribly bored with it. When the company could do nothing to help him my mother and I feared that someday he would come home with no job and no work to do. When my father started searching for a new job he found one here in Minnesota and after a few interviews he was offered the position and he accepted. Which was great and I was really glad. But that meant packing our house, trying to keep it nice and clean for selling and hauling it all up north. For the 11th time in my life.
Believe it or not before we even put our house on the market we got an offer. After a bit of counter offering we accepted it and all seemed to be going great. We found a house in Minneapolis and we were like "Yeah! everything's all worked out!" Well not quite. Our buyer fell through and so we could no longer buy the house we had planned. then we got another buyer and that didn't fall through. (YAY!) We found another house, which seemed to be just perfect for us, until we had the inspection done and found out it wasn't that great. So, as our closing date neared on our house my parents were pressed for time on finding a place for us to live. After going through to trips up north to find a place we decided to stay at an extended family's Condo.
Now we have found a house and we have found a nice Church to have fellowship in. All is going fine and it's been wonderful to experience God's love and guidance through this time of stress and constant house-hunting. We could have ended up a lot worse than we are now and I am so thankful that God has helped me through the weeks where my father was away at work, and we couldn't mess up a single thing in the house and packing our boxes and loading them into a truck.
So, thank you for letting me go on my little rant there.
sorry that it is so long.
