Landslide

When we publish our book, and when you purchase it, and when you crack it open for the first time and land yourself on the table of contents listing the titles of the chapters, there will be a number of riveting sounding sections. There may be "What Are You Waiting For?" or "Carving Out Your Path" or "Asking the Hard Questions". These all sound delightfully interesting, don't they? But there will be another chapter. It may not be one that you will head straight to when you open the book, but it will be a pretty important one to read nonetheless. It will be titled something like, "Facing the LANDSLIDE That Has Just Blocked Your Highway and Pooped All Over Your Plans, Which Weren't Really Yours Anyway, and How To Deal".

So, um, it has been quite an interesting day.

It was inspection day today. Yes, the inspector came and searched through our house for anything he could find that might be BAD. And did he find anything? Well, yes.

So we have rot. And mould. And it seems like there might be a healthy amount of it.

Um. Wow.

We are away on a romantic, relaxing little night for Ryan's birthday (Happy Birthday, Ryan!) and happened to get the call right after coming out of the hot tub and returning to our room.

As soon as we got the call, hearing about this and learning that our dear buyers had backed out completely, we got off the phone and sat in silence for a bit. I have to admit, I nearly started laughing. You know when something is so shocking and horrible that it makes you want to laugh? Naw, I hadn't experienced that before either. But I did today!

 

Here is a picture of us shortly after we heard and spoke on the phone with some friends, who promptly called our hotel and ordered some Bailey's' to our room! Seriously! Awesome!

 

Truth be told, we aren't devastated. We aren't cuddled up together weeping, wishing the big BAD problem would just go away. We are kind of, strangely, peaceful about it. I mean, there's work to be done. There are people to see, bills to pay, a basement to fix, and a house to re-list. If you had told me this would happen a month ago I may have thrown in the towel.

But here we are, dealing with it. Really, what can we do but put one foot in front of the other and get this sorted out? We try and ask the Big Guy what is going on, but really, I sense we'll see it from a different perspective later. I don't expect any immediate answers. I hope to understand things a ways down the road.

There are details of this week that have been unbelievably crazy. There have been things that have happened that have made this the worst possible time for this to happen, and also ways in which we have seen circumstances adjusting themselves to accommodate for this very thing happening. It isn't easy - don't get me wrong - but there are still hints and whisperings of the Good seeping through the cracks of this week, filtering through to our hearts and minds, indicating that the fingerprints of Someone are all over this situation.

And so we trod on. We don't know what the coming weeks will hold. Maybe we'll have to move out. Maybe we'll have to kiss co-housing goodbye. Maybe we'll end up moving to Thailand. We live with open hands, hoping for them to be filled with goodness, and trusting that He will provide everything we truly need in the right time. What more can we hope for?