We have a house!
I had been working with a realtor before I came, since — predictably — I have some unusual parameters. I submitted the financials before I came, so all that nonsense was out of the way. And today, I did the grand tour.
None of them was a perfect fit, but I explored with Ann (over the phone) the one I thought we could fit the best, and once she was assured that there was provision for her unusual form of gardening, she signed off on it.
I hit the bank for a couple of cashier’s checks, then went to the realtor’s office and signed and signed, as usual.
But at the end of all the disclaimers and responsibility shifting, I have the key!
It is a bit more space than we need, but after having been cramped for space for most of the last 22 years, I am game to be able to spread out just a bit.
It is half way between the office and the airport, which is wonderful for my commute. Ann has grocery stores and other helpful resources within two miles and the whole Westgate Mall in ten miles or so.
I was hugely amused at the nearby medical services. Side by side was a pediatrician and hospice care.
I love that medical model. Get a little help coming in and going out and skip the doctor for the 70 years in between. Bring it on!
I have already tagged one of the upstairs rooms as my prayer lookout.
Ann is looking forward to re-establishing her sewing room.
All told, it was a relatively painless experience, and once again, a greenback goes a lot farther in South Carolina than in California. We are paying a LOT less and getting a WHOLE LOT more.
We will start the process of cleaning it spiritually and physically, then do an initial light furnishing, just to get by. I will go back to California next week to get Ann and get her settled here. Then I will go back to get the truck with the office furniture and ours.
It is feeling very good to have one solid piece after another coming into focus.
Pray for the process of meeting our neighbors, whether it is casually on the sidewalk, or formally by knocking on the door.
I have pondered the flavor I would like to have in the spiritual climate.
For the downstairs, the phrase is “Proper progression.” I think of Abraham, Moses, David and sundry others who lived seemingly generic lives, not knowing that God was leveraging their daily “stuff” for greater purposes in the end.
Take Moses. He thought he was herding sheep. In reality he was getting a PhD in Desert Survival Techniques, little knowing how he would be called upon to use those.
So the downstairs seems like the place where “ordinary” stuff happens in an ordinary way. Dishes, laundry, trash, couch time, etc.
I would like to erase the line between the secular and the sacred and have God cause the downstairs life to have positive implications for the future that we cannot even imagine.
And the upstairs is a totally different world. My prayer focus is for a right cadence. For the most part, that means me chilling out when I come home. But it can also mean being out of bed and in the prayer lookout in the middle of the night if the Spirit is calling.
There is a time for spiritual intensity, and a time for soul pleasure. A time for the body to sleep and a time for the whole person to press through in travail.
Pray that the chronometer of God will be clearly heard and felt in the upstairs.
I think I am going to love it here in Duncan, South Carolina.
Copyright August 2018, by Arthur Burk