The majority of you are aware of our current status – the living in limbo, the long distance, and my inability to control it all with meticulous planning and forethought.
So yesterday I belabored too long in Sunday School about it all. I felt silly and selfish, but it was hard not to speak up and ask for help, if only in the form of prayer and advice. I felt even more selfish when our teacher encouraged the class to encourage me, and the whole time I was thinking, “See, Jennie? You talk too much. People don’t like other people who talk too much.”
But then the encouraging began. Immediately after class came two kind offers – professional financial advice regarding our options on selling of the house and a referral for a rental company in lieu of selling it. Then came this lovely note after the service, which is now on my refrigerator:
First thing this morning, my realtor called to tell me about an email she received from another agent whose mother is looking to buy a house. So far she’s only been looking online and this house is her current favorite. Once her financing is in order, she would like a showing.
Within 30 seconds of hanging up, another agent called to book a showing for Wednesday, unrelated to the previous one.
After lunch I got a phone call from a co-worker of a Sunday School class member who merely mentioned our house was on the market, and after seeing it online he called for a showing.
And finally, before leaving work today, another Sunday School member called to offer help with mowing the yard. It was like music to my ears: You don’t have to mow over frogs anymore. Tra-la-la-la-la!
My sister kindly reminded me this afternoon on the phone that this is what we’re all here for – to help each other. And while I’ve been wallowing in all the uncertainty I’ve failed to see the incredible collection of people around me here just waiting to help. My stubborn pride has hindered me from allowing this difficult time to be just a little bit easier.
Whether or not something comes out of these few showings, I do not know. Heck, I don’t know what will happen tomorrow, next week, or next month (much less next year). But for today, I feel blessed and a little more at ease. I’m not as alone as once thought.