If you've been keeping track, we're trying to sell a house. No easy feat for our family, over 3 years later.
And now that we're 16 days away from a closing date, you'd think we'd be full of anticipation and excitement, hope and thankfulness. But the possibility of this closing date falling through (it's the 4th closing date we've had in the past 3 years), lingers over our heads and in the back of our minds.
We're not confident it'll be over soon. And then, even if the short sale does go through, we anticipate next year's taxes being rough, being forgiven all this debt by the banks.
That being said, and as much as I want this deal to go through, we have this easy calm about everything. Whether it goes through or not, we respond like a 16 year old. Whatever.
And I can't tell if we're just too tired to care anymore and have come to expect the worst - or if we have finally, truly discovered the peace of God.
Maybe it's a little of both?
Maybe they're one in the same?
I don't know, but I'm at least thankful that the emotional roller coaster I've been on for what seems like forever, is slowing making it's way back to the loading zone so I can get off and let someone else ride for a while.
So if, in the next 16 days, something happens and the closing date is postponed or canceled, we ask God to grant us the same grace and peace we have now, knowing and trusting in His great love and faithfulness, even if it's only because we're too tired and just acting like teenagers.