after countless tears and continuous prayers...
this happened:
last weekend, in the eleventh hour of the option period (the 7-day time-frame for which the buyer can back out of the deal) i was curled up in my bed, daylight pouring in, my daughter snuggled on my shoulder, my bare toes tickling my son's little feet, and my husband's arm was around us all. the moment came and no one backed out and it is official.
we breathed.
we rested.
we held on tight.
we giggled and teared up and panicked a little bit.
we celebrated the sale of our home.
and it was better than champagne.
So we fasted and earnestly prayed that our God would take care of us,
and he heard our prayer.
