You guys! I have been anxiously waiting to tell y’all this story for a while now. This is the house story. Oh, I love telling stories! And I am so glad God gave us a fantastic house story to tell for years to come. But if you know me, you know this won’t be a short story, so grab some coffee or a snack and settle in.
First of all, let’s back up a bit. Way back in 1999, we bought our first house. I was pregnant with Rachel, and Patrick had just started a brand-new job. We bought a much smaller and less expensive house than we were approved for because the job was so new and, besides, we just didn’t want to be house-poor. So we got this cozy little 1200 sq. ft. home that needed some work and had plenty of quirkiness. And y’all, we lived in that little 3-bedroom, 1-bathroom house as our family grew and grew and grew — until 2007, when we had 6 children. We had just never had any peace of mind about moving to a larger home. And besides, I was having a baby every 15-20 months, so who had time to move!?!
Then we felt God’s directing us to move to Florida to serve with an international mission organization there. So we sold our house and moved to an 1100 sq. ft. apartment in Florida. But we had 3 bathrooms there, so there was that benefit! I’ll tell you the truth — because we had been in that tiny house, it was easier to move to the apartment. If we had ever gotten a larger home, I may have thrown a bit of a temper tantrum about giving it all up to move to that third-floor apartment.
So after 4 years in Florida, we felt drawn to leave the mission organization and come back to Virginia. We rented a large home in a nice subdivision with double the space we had had in Florida. It was a pretty home, but there were things we didn’t love about it. When the owner wanted to sell it and we didn’t want to buy it, we had to find another rental home. So we ended up renting this older home we’ve been living in for a year. It has a little more square footage, like 2600, and it’s in a fantastic neighborhood.
Back in February, we talked with our property manager about purchasing this home. The owner wanted to sell, so we started the process of buying it. We knew about some repairs we would have to make, but we were shocked when the inspection showed MAJOR foundation issues. We cancelled the contract with great disappointment.
That was a Thursday afternoon. Right away, I started looking for other homes for sale. And right away, I was discouraged. Early Friday morning I looked at the listings online again. After scouring the lists of all the houses for sale in our school district, I explained to Patrick that we just were not going to find the space we had here for the price we wanted to pay. We had an upper price limit, which would keep our mortgage payments about the same as our rent has been, and we were not going to go above that price. So I doled out the dose of realism, “Look, we just aren’t going to find a house with a living room, dining room, den, AND basement space for the kids in our price range. Let’s get our minds settled on that, and we’ll find something that we can be content with.”
As I was looking online that Friday morning, Craigslist Rentals kept popping into my head. Each time, I thought, “No, I don’t want to rent any more. I want to buy,” and I did not check Craigslist Rentals. Finally, after the thought had entered my head 3 or 4 times, I actually said out loud to myself, “Fine! I’ll check Craigslist For Sale!” But there were no homes there that were large enough and in our school district. So I continued to refresh Realtor.com.
When the Craigslist Rentals thought came to my mind another couple of times, I thought, “Hmmmm. Maybe there is a house on that listing I need to see. (sigh) Ok, I’ll check.”
Right away, I saw this house for rent one street over from where we are living now. The picture showed this smallish-looking brick ranch, but the description said 3800 sq. ft. “This has to be a typo!” I thought as I clicked on the pictures. But the pictures just kept going on and on and on.
You people need to know – I am not a bargainer or negotiator. When I go to a yard sale, I pay the price that is on the sticker. I don’t ask, “What will you take for this?” I don’t ask people to throw in this box of stuff with this other box of stuff. I just am not a wheeler-dealer. But that Friday morning, before I could think long enough to talk myself out of it, I called the number on the Craigslist Rental listing. When the man answered, I said, “I’m calling about the rental. Would you want to sell that house instead of renting it?”
He sort of stuttered around a bit and said, “Ummm, uhhh, well, no. Not really. I have a different house I am planning to sell this spring, but well, no, ummmm, no, I hadn’t really planned to sell that one. Ummm, well, why do you ask?”
Later, he would tell us that several people have asked him to sell this house, and he always said no. He didn’t even know why he asked me that question, the words just came out of his mouth!
I told him that I lived in the neighborhood and it wasn’t working out for us to buy the house we’ve been living in. I explained that we love this neighborhood and absolutely need to stay in this elementary school district. We chatted about the school because his daughter went there for a while and they loved it too. We talked for probably 20 minutes. Somewhere during that time I mentioned that we had moved here from Florida and that we chose this part of town because a very good friend of mine, Julie, taught at that elementary school. As it turned out, he and his wife know Julie. She had taught their daughter and they had become friends with her.
“Wait a minute!” he said, “You have a bunch of kids, don’t you?! Julie tried to get me to rent to you when you first moved back here, but I had a renter already. And she tried to get me to rent to you last year, but I still had a renter. I can’t believe this! Yes, you and your husband can come look at this house. I’ll talk to my wife. Now, I don’t know for sure we’ll sell it, but you can look at it.”
And that Friday evening, Patrick and I spent an hour and a half looking at the house and talking with this couple. We fell in love with the house immediately. The owner had completely remodeled the inside and finished the basement. Everything looked new and clean. We couldn’t believe it had been a rental for several years!
At some point, the wife looked at my husband and said, “Hey, did you have some health problems in Florida? I remember seeing on Julie’s Facebook page some prayer requests for a Patrick in Florida who had a bunch of kids and was really sick.” She had prayed for Patrick and our family four years ago, never knowing we’d be standing in her house wanting to buy it.
Finally, the man said, “Ok, tell you what. Y’all guys go home and talk about and think about it and if you want to buy it, make me an offer. We’ll go home and talk about it and decide if we really want to sell.” And we shook hands and got in our car. Make him an offer? Well, based on the prices of homes in the neighborhood and the style of the house and the size of the house, that left a realistic window of about $30,000 from low offer to high offer. That was a big window!
It was nearly 7:00 on a Friday evening. We knew this house would be a higher price than the loan we were already preapproved for, so I texted our friend at the mortgage company and asked when we might know for sure if we were preapproved for more, so we could know when an offer might even be possible. She texted back right away that she’d email me later. Within half an hour, she emailed the worksheets saying we were preapproved for our upper price limit of what we wanted to pay. It was 7:30 on a Friday evening!
Patrick and I talked and prayed that night and the next day. We agreed to meet the couple again on Sunday afternoon to make an offer. On Sunday, after we chatted a little Patrick told them our offer. The man reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper saying, “Well, we talked about the amount we really would like to get out of this house, and earlier this morning I wrote down the amount on this piece of paper.” He unfolded the paper and it was the exact same amount we had offered! Exactly! Not one dollar difference! Out of all the dollar amounts in the $30,000 window of prices, we had come up with the exact same amount.
All four of us stood there with our mouths hanging open. Finally, he said, “Well, shucks! We don’t even get to negotiate and that’s my favorite part!” She said, “I guess we’re selling y’all this house.” They had been praying that if they were supposed to sell us the house, God would make it really clear to them. And He did.
The week I called to ask him to consider selling it, they were in the middle of installing a new roof. After we signed the contract to purchase the house As Is, they continued to make some improvements to the house because they thought it was the right thing to do. They wrapped the wooden window frames in white aluminum; they added more insulation in the attic; he installed some lighting; they mulched all around the house. Their teenage daughter even planted pretty pink flowers in a couple planters beside the front porch as a housewarming gift to us! Seriously, who does this!? What seller makes the house even better between contract and closing?
Every little detail lined up perfectly. Conversations and friendships and Facebook messages from years ago all played a part in this house becoming ours this week. And it doesn’t even end with us — because they are selling this house to us, they are most likely going to buy some land they have wanted for more than ten years. Because a friend saw God work so incredibly and obviously in this house situation for us, she prayed and asked God to do this same kind of huge thing for her family, and He did that very day!
I have learned to be content in whatever size house we have. I have learned to make whatever space we have a home for us. But oh what a treat that we get so much space and that it’s ready for us to move right in!
When the first inspection had that awful, bad news, I felt such despair and disappointment. But I had no idea that God had something so much better planned for us. So. Much. Better! And He’s been putting all the pieces in place for years – long before I knew we’d even be moving back here! Isn’t He amazing?
My heart is full and overflowing with gratitude.