Yesterday, our escrow closed. Our house is completely sold. Katherine and I are now officially homeless.
It’s an odd set of circumstances I find myself in: no house, no job, no mailing address. Kind of like college, 10 years later.
I expected that I would experience a certain level of trepidation in selling our little house, or at the very least, sadness. After all, this was our first house, the one we dubbed “Beth Ahav” (House of Love, in Hebrew). Katherine and I rebuilt the backyard fence together, planted a lawn together, painted the laundry room “blue, like clean” together. This was our little corner of Sacramento. Surely, I’d feel something at the thought of letting it go.
And now that the day is here, I do feel something, but not what I expected.
I feel a sense of peace, a sense of excitement, knowing that God will take care of us and looking forward to seeing what He will do.
I feel victorious, in that God challenged me to sell my house to follow after Him on the World Race, and though saying “it was hard” is a huge understatement, Katherine and I did it.
I feel a sense of freedom, knowing that possessions will not keep me from doing the things the Lord would have me do.
And finally, I feel a sense of relief. There have been many struggles for us related to the sale of the house and the packing of our stuff, it feels great to finally, at long last, be
done with it.
Now, we’re spending some time with family and attending to some last minute details. It’s only one week away, and yet it can’t get here soon enough.
