I took part of my savings and paid off my car.
I emptied the house of the huge stack of boxes our custodian had given me.
I should have known.
I don't know anything of significance yet, and it could all still fall to pieces, but after the sellers walked away and declined our last offer, they came back a couple days ago and asked if we'd offer again. This time they are taking it to the bank with hopes of a short sale.
And so I offered. Lower than ever before. Because if it's bank money we're talking about, well, I'll jump on the savings bandwagon.
So now we have to wait and see if the bank will agree to the short sale.
Again, I'm not sure of God's plan in all of this, but I chose faith over fear the last time and walked away knowing that could be the end of it all and it has come back into our laps with a chance to save a chunk of money on the deal.
So we shall see.
In the meantime, I'm going to work on replenishing the savings account from what I took to pay off the car. And I'm not going to collect any boxes until we know something definitive. Most of all, I'm going to try from letting my heart even hope.
But that's the hardest part of all.