Little House

Tenth day on the market and tenth showing this morning. There was a flurry of activity over Memorial Day weekend, and we've had one or two showings every day this week, but now I see nothing scheduled and I'm getting nervous.

All of the realtors say the same thing..."Shows beautifully, but...." Not big enough. Client doesn't like the flooring. Needs to be closer to UTSA. (REALLY? It's practically in my backyard.)

I've never sold a house before. It was momentous just to buy one, let alone ever think of passing it on.

She sits there, all pretty in her new coats of paint and freshly planted garden, scrubbed clean and just waiting for someone to ask her to dance.

We just need that one right person to come through. I know what the statistics say about it being harder to sell after the tenth day on the market. But I also know that my God is bigger than statistics. I've been praying that we would get an offer on the house in His perfect timing. And I'm more stubborn than you even know, so I'll just keep believing that no matter what anyone says about the real estate market.

I don't normally bring things here that concern me in the present. It's easier to talk about past trials and experiences waiting with expectation. But to say "This is what I need" or "This is what I worry about right now"....that's another matter. I guess I don't like for anyone to know that I worry or that I have needs and wants. I can have knots in the pit of my stomach, but I'll still smile and tell you everything is fine. I think I'd rather look like an idiot than let anyone see an ounce of disappointment on my face.

This might be my not very sly way of asking that you pray with me. I'm not good at just asking out loud. But will you? Please?