Doves and Serpents and Houses in Cincinnati
So, our house. The house. The house that we’re trying to buy. Not, I keep reminding myself, our house.
So, the house. The house that is sitting in Cincinnati that I’d love to live in but am not sure that I ever will get to live in. Yes, I just may be living with my parents for the rest of my life. I’m more and more certain of it every day.
So, the house. Let’s just say that the process has not been smooth. It was a foreclosure, so we expected some complications and were mentally fortified. And we handled it well for a while.
First our offer was rejected, and then accepted. Then, we’ve waited patiently for almost three months as our closing date has changed constantly and finally dropped off the face of the earth.
And then there was the mold. I can’t even talk about that. Let’s just say that after MUCH haggling, they’re going to pay for it… since it was their negligence in leaving the sump pump off that led to the mold in the first place.
Needless to say, we’ve been patient. And every time we were tempted to walk away, everything worked out. God seemed to be working things out in his own time and teaching us patience. And we finally seemed to have things under control. Our closing date was to be this Friday, July 16th.
But then. THEN. Then today, we get this call:
Folks, we finally got the water turned on in the house so that the appraiser could inspect it. But we didn’t know that the pipes had frozen while it was off… so they burst. And they flooded the ceilings. And now we have to replace all the piping and redrywall and paint all the ceilings. And there’s no word yet on electrical or carpet damage. And… we won’t even decide on a contractor for about a week.
So Andy and I are learning to be grown ups. We are learning that being a responsible adult does not always mean just being patient and passive and waiting on the Lord. It also means taking action. It means that instead of just saying “Okay, let us know when you’re done, this must be God’s will”… we need to take action to follow God’s will too, even if that means walking.
And we need to write to the bank with a bristling note making our demands known, giving a specific time limit for how long they have to fix this before we walk, declaring our rights to have it inspected to ensure that it wasn’t a shoddy job, and that we can walk away whenever we choose to if we don’t like how they handle this.
Which, my awesome husband did this evening, with great confidence, brutality, and menace. What is that saying of Jesus? “Wise as serpents, innocent as doves”? That’s us, baby. Meek and sweet Leah and Andy, the pushovers of the ages, are finally learning to be adults. To balance patience and contentedness with shrewdness.
Sigh. So here we are. Anybody out there with words of wisdom or similar experiences to console my poor self with?