I thought this would be a good story for a Sunday. Actually it's a good story for any day, a gentle reminder about who is really in charge, and the plans He has for us.
I have waxed and waned on here about our house hunt last year. This is a picture of the wonderful house we bought last May. But before we got this house we "thought" we had a different house. We were set to close on the house last December and found out the night before the closing that there were some problems with the abstract on the house and we would not be getting it. We had expected to be in the new house before Christmas, something we were very much looking forward to.
We had been living in a rent house for three years after moving back to Oklahoma and we could not wait to get a new "home". When I thought we were getting the December house, I had ordered two of these Pottery Barn pillow covers. They are a linen fabric with the word HOME in brown and the designs of a key and gate in an aqua blue. Our new master bedroom at the December house was already painted a beautiful subtle aqua and it had chocolate wood floors. I thought the pillows would look absolutely beautiful in my new bedroom. Most importantly they clearly spoke the message we were looking forward to....HOME.
Then when I found out we were not getting the December house and would not be getting a new HOME, I pouted and kept the pillow covers in their Pottery Barn packaging, vowing not to get them out till I had a new HOME. ...........................Fast forward to spring time. My Hubby finally convinces me to quit the pouting routine and to get back out and look at more houses. We looked and looked, but I kept comparing every single house to the one that we did not get. Then one day Hubby found a house online he thought I might like to go see. Coincidentally, it was only around the corner and a block away from the December house. Before we even called the realtor, Hubby and I went by the house to look in the windows. Like the December house, this one was also in foreclosure. We looked in the windows and I knew I had finally found another house that I loved. Within a week we had made an offer on the house. I knew this could be HOME. Then just as I thought everything was working out, we found out the legal issues of the December house had been expedited and the house was now clear for us to purchase again. After all the pouting I had done for months, and now I had a quandry.
Two houses that I loved and I only had a day or two to decide.
In the end, we picked the second house. We moved into the house in May and we knew we were truly finally HOME. The house seemed to just wrap itself around each of us and draw us in. We have never regretted that we chose the "May" house and made it our HOME.
So as you know I used the summer to unpack the house and truly make it HOME. The unpacking was a pain, but making it HOME was easy. It is just that kind of a house. Then one day I got to the Pottery Barn pillow covers, somewhat forgotten in the springtime months. I unpacked them, but instead of putting them in my bedroom, for some reason I decided to put them in our two wingback chairs in the big living room. As I sat the pillows in the chairs, I looked out the south living room window. Through that window you can see our old 91 year old iron fence that goes from our home over to our neighbors. This is the only side the fence is on. It is just a wonderful old piece of architecture. The fence is held up by big stone columns.
I looked at the fence and looked down at the pillows. I looked at the pillows and looked out at the fence. I looked. I looked again. I didn't know whether to let the revelation bring me to tears, or giddy with laughter. The message was as clear as the summer day though. Yes, we were truly HOME. We were where we were meant to be the whole time. The "May" house. Do you see it yet? The 91 year old fence that is outside the living room window has an old iron gate right in the middle of it. A gate very, very much like the gate that is on the pillows I bought last winter when I thought we were moving soon. Yes, we are HOME. Right where HE knew we needed to be the entire time.
Coincidence? I don't think so.
I call it Divine Intervention.
I am linking this to Metamorphosis Monday. Also check out Wow Us Wednesday's, and Open House Party, as well as Farmhouse Friday. You will be glad you did!