"If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea, even there your hand shall lead me, and your right hand shall hold me."
Psalm 139:9-10
16 years ago next month, shortly after the death of my dad, we sat at the closing table to purchase the home in which we live. '
Today, shortly after the death of my mom, we will sit at the table once again and sign the papers selling it.
We're doing so early because the arduous process of the actual move begins bright and early tomorrow, but if all goes as scheduled, the buyers are supposed to sign tomorrow. I expect the buyer to show up then as he seems so excited to take possession, and we're ready to pass along this beautiful home to its new owner.
Covid is blamed for everything nowadays, and because of that and the insanity of the real estate market, mortgage companies are too busy to keep up. Even in the best of times, closings happening on time are iffy, but we've never been delayed...
yet...
I've been compulsively planning for this week for years. And here it is as I wonder when and how it will actually happen. But the Lord tells me to rest in Him. To take this process in moments, not days and weeks. He has always been so faithful - in the big things, of course, but especially in those small things that so often tie me up.
When my mom was living, she was driven by having "stuff". She wanted to show it all off to other people and she never had enough of it. It drove her crazy because I used an antique chest in the basement to keep the TV on and no one would see it there.
At her death, she had very little jewelry, and I took possession of it all in a very small bag.
