In the Spring of 2015 we sold our suburban, cookie-cutter home with the intentions of moving outside of town and into something with lots of space and lots of character. We were tired of living in a neighborhood where every house on the block looked the same. Although it was a beautiful place, there was nothing unique about our home. And the worst part was that our back yard was teeny tiny.
We wanted something more. More charm. More fresh air. More privacy. More dirt for our kids to play in.
That was our dream. But we had no idea what crazy journey was ahead of us.
You see, the Colorado real estate market at the time was a little crazy. We sold our house within a month, which was actually slow compared to most. And while you might think we would have plenty of time to find a new home, that was definitely not the case. We looked at houses nearly every single day for a solid month and just about drove our realtor crazy. Despite our efforts, we struggled to find anything we even liked.
It was hard. And as the weeks passed with no prospects in sight, we began to feel desperate and slowly started to look at homes that were completely wrong for us.
In fact, we came across one house in particular that almost wrecked our whole plan. It was gorgeous. Absolutely stunning and definitely the best looking home we had seen at that point in the journey. But it was in town, squeezed in a tight little neighbordhood with zero back yard. It’s funny (I mean scary) how your brain works when you are tired, worn out, and desperate. And not waiting on God’s timing.
We decided it was good enough for us. Like crazy people, we submitted a full price offer on that home, with no contingencies. It was about 8PM when we submitted our offer and we requested a response by noon the next day.
I knew it was wrong.
But we needed a home and maybe this was the best option we could find. Plus our closing date was getting closer and closer and we desperately wanted to avoid living in an apartment or rental if at all possible.
That night I went to bed praying for God to help us. Praying that He would get us out of this mess. And thinking of the million reasons why that house was a bad fit for us.
The next morning around 9AM we got the call. They REJECTED our offer.
Our full price, no contingencies offer, which was submitted along with our pre-approval letter from the bank. There were no competing offers, we weren’t out-bid. Our offer was the only one they had to consider. Simply put, there was no logical reason as to why they would reject us other than God intervened.
God knew better and He had a plan. I can remember feeling so much relief when we got the news–He had saved us from a terrible decision. If that’s not a God story I don’t know what is.
From that point on we were much more careful. We had been given a second chance and we were more focused than ever on what we really wanted and refused to compromise–which meant our search was even harder. We saw house after house after house and nothing was right. And we were out of time. In fact, it was just two days before the closing date of our old house when I finally forced myself to call local apartments and find us a place to live. I found us a two month lease, at a ridiculously high price, in a tiny, one bedroom apartment.
The day we left our old house and moved into our apartment I cried. The fact that the four of us were moving into a one bedroom apartment and leaving our beautiful home with no prospects in sight was down right scary. I was heartbroken.
Within an hour of being in our apartment I was online looking at houses. It was a Saturday, so a few new options had came on the market and there was one in particular that looked pretty good. We arranged to see it later that evening.
It was raining and dreary as we headed out to see the house, which certainly didn’t help my mood. And truth be told we were all drained and just plain tired of looking at houses. But off we went.
After 25 minutes of driving we pulled up to a house surrounded by huge trees. By three steps in the door I knew this was home.
It was perfect. It was full of all the character and charm we so desperately wanted, plus it was sitting on nearly one acre, which is HUGE coming from what we had in town. And even though it was a 1980s fixer-upper, it had what I call the “perfect amount of work done with the perfect amount left to do”. It was exactly what we were looking for.
We put in a full price offer immediately and they accepted. We were under contract and so happy, but we had to endure seven looooong weeks in a one bedroom apartment before we could officially make it ours. It was a huge test of faith and patience.
But God saw us through and we made it. And in that process I learned so much about trusting God, even when it’s hard and you want an easy fix. I feel so blessed to call this place home. We LOVE it.
I have a garden. The kids have their own playground and more than enough room to run. We have over 40 trees on our lot. And the house has nearly everything we wanted. Plus a hot tub and three fireplaces, so that’s a bonus!
It’s absolutely perfect for us.
Moving here has been such a blessing. This is our sacred place and I never want to leave!