What Lies Ahead

This is a front shot of the house that I fell in love with two years ago.

I had some issues this weekend come up regarding truth and fiction, nerves and tranquility, health and illness, respect and a lack thereof, angels and fate. After a long nap Saturday evening I took a drive up north. Something urged me to turn off on Old #12, and low and behold the house is for sale again.

I had an appointment with my internal specialist this morning, a follow-up, and thought this may be where I learn my answers, whether to pursue this dream or not to pursue this dream. Everything looks fine inside, so all systems were go.

I had been watching the house on the Internet, and once it dropped off, I was certain they were able to get their asking price and I was heartbroken. It looks like they may have only listed it for contract period with a realtor and then put it back up for sale by owner.

This was very encouraging, at least until I arrived back home and learned that the negotiations on my home on Pebbles Circle may have crumbled. The contract I signed was on my desk at the office so I didn't panic yet, decided to read it with my boss when I would arrive at work this morning, and I am in no better position than before.

I am very discouraged this morning, but will call an old and dear friend that is a mortgage broker tomorrow, and begin proceedings to see what we can work out. Being a rural property, lenders aren't so excited about lending, but there is something about this place. I belong there. My grand babies belong there.

Keep your fingers crossed and say a short prayer, that His will be done. I will keep my eyes wide open and my heart tender for an answer or direction.