Yesterday, Ben and I spent the evening looking at three homes. The first home had this grand entrance with a huge fireplace. It had all update appliances and another fireplace in the living room. The house had all these shiny new things to mask how the house was in bad shape. The foundation was not good, one of the walls was tilting, and the backyard was non-existent.
The second house was perfect. It had all hardwood floors and a fenced in backyard. The appliances were all updated and included in the sale. This house had every thing that we were looking for, so we put in an offer.
We went ahead and still looked at the third house. Um, we both had an uneasy feeling about the home. Ben didn’t even go into the bedrooms because of how he was feeling. It did have a very large backyard, but when you ask God for the gift of discernment, you had better listen.
Sadly we didn’t get the home that we put a bid in for. The sellers had six other offers and they went for the higher bid. I’m a little sad about it, but I know that God closed that door for a reason.