Thursday, June 23, 2011


Sometimes God answers prayer by closing doors. Sometimes those doors aren't figurative.

My sister and I made an offer on a house two miles north of our parents' house. It was a cute, two-bedroom block house with hardwood floors, glass doorknobs and a magnificent oak tree in the backyard. Freddie Mac rejected our offer in favor of another offer, and we turned our attention next door.

A "For Sale" sign perched against the mailbox of the three-bedroom house with two-car garage next door. It had a fireplace, hardwood floors and a stain in the corner of the dining room that caused Julie's nose to wrinkle. We submitted an offer, and this time it was Fannie Mae who turned it down.

Next we toured a charming, two-bedroom stucco house with an arched door, colored glass chandelier and mold in the bathroom. My builder uncle was undaunted by the mold caused by a faulty roof design, so I made an offer. But once again the Freddie Mac's house went to another bidder.

I am disappointed, but God knows more about real estate and my future than I do. So, I thank the Lord for closing doors. 

And I wait for open doors.


  1. Speaking as a Mom, I think I like God's answer this time.:-) It's such a blessing for a Mom to have her daughters at home for as long as possible!

    ~ Betsy

  2. You have the right attitude and that's not always easy. I am amazed by you and your entire family.

  3. I'll be praying for you guys! I know the feeling! Justin and I are trying to sell or rent our townhome since we are busting at the seams now that Joy is with us, and there seems to be doors slamming in our face! I keep having to remind myself that God's timing is perfect, and we'll move if, and when, he deems it right. Good luck!

  4. Ben and I often joke with each other that we must be in God's remedial trust class, because we get to practice the lesson so frequently. Every time, He comes through in ways that are truly "beyond what we could ask or imagine," and yet every time something new comes up, I find myself impatient, wanting God to work things out on my schedule. He will open the door when the time is right. In the meantime, keep testing the handles to see if they're locked. =)