Loaves of bread, part II

As I mentioned in my first post on this subject, I continue to be amazed at how things just keep falling into place to help us get by with this untimely, stressful pregnancy. I have a couple more inspiring examples to share with you.

The House
I didn’t know if it was silly to pray to ask God to send me a house in my specified neighborhood at a good price, but I did anyway. We currently share a house with my mother but are desperately out of room, and it’s just not going to work anymore once the new baby gets here. So, as tight as money is, we need a house.

I realized that the best thing I could do to make my life easier when I have three kids under three years old is to live as close as possible to my mother. Though I really dislike the location of her house (in the middle of suburban sprawl, in an area that I consider the outer edges of the universe), I knew that the right thing to do was to look for a house in the less expensive neighborhood that adjoins hers. So I asked God: please, please, please direct me to a house that will work for our family and (most importantly) that we can afford. Our budget is so low that many of my friends actually weren’t aware that our metropolitan area even has any houses that cheap.

Long story short, one weekend a few weeks ago we happened to drive by a house with a “For Sale By Owner” sign out front. We called the number from my cell phone and the guy showed us the house that day. He was just beaming as he walked us through the house because he said he had been praying about this and had asked God to send him a buyer that very day.

It was beautiful: plenty of room, built recently, new roof, new carpet, immaculate condition, etc. When he told me the price I thought he had to be kidding. It couldn’t be that cheap. Was there a problem with the foundation or something? No, he said, he was just anxious to get out of there and move for a lucrative job opportunity. “You’re going to think I’m crazy,” he said, “but I really feel like you guys being here today is an answered prayer.” No, I replied, I do not think that’s crazy at all.

We’re closing on the house tomorrow. A couple days ago our mortgage broker called us to say the official appraisal came in and was far higher than the price we bought it for. So much higher, in fact, that the lender required us to write and sign an affidavit affirming that we had no previous relationship to the buyer. The price was so good they were suspicious.

The Furniture
This whole time, one of my biggest concerns has been going into debt. My husband and I have sacrificed so much and worked so hard over the past few years to pay off debt (no small feat when you’ve just started a business) that the thought of putting even $100 on the credit card makes me queasy. I don’t mind having a house payment, but I really don’t want any other debt.

That left me in a quandary about furniture. The last time we lived alone we had a small loft downtown and little furniture, and living here with my mother we needed even less stuff. As I looked at our budget and looked at the amount of stuff we needed for the new house I wanted to cry thinking about how much money we were going to have to spend — probably a lot of it on credit cards. We needed:

  • Washer and dryer
  • Refrigerator
  • Bed

Those were the essentials, but at some point I knew that I was also going to want to get these things that weren’t critical but very nice to have:

  • Couch for upstairs living area
  • Coffee table
  • Chair for living room
  • Lawn mower
  • Additional lawn supplies (weed eater, etc.)

As I scanned sales in the newspaper and looked around on Craigslist I tried not to get too stressed, and just prayed. Being in even a little debt is such a mental drain, I asked God to give me the strength to handle it without getting too frazzled with everything else that’s going on.

Last week my dad, who had just moved back to Dallas and set up his new apartment, got a phone call from his company that they needed him to take over a project in the Cayman Islands immediately and they had a furnished apartment waiting for him. This left him in the difficult position of immediately needing to get rid of the following items:

  • Washer dryer
  • Bed
  • Sofa
  • Coffee table
  • Recliner chair
  • A few other misc. things like television, file cabinet, etc. (almost all of which I could very much use)

The week off his company gave him to come back to Dallas and deal with all this is the same week that we were planning to move anyway. A couple days after that, my mom told me that she was really getting tired of her refrigerator since it looks awful in the kitchen (it’s white and all her other appliances are black). She’d been wanting to get a new one for a few years now but just didn’t know what to do with the current one. She asked if we’d take her refrigerator so she can get a new one.

The same day, the seller of our house called us to say that he’s moving into a condo and will no longer need his lawn equipment. So he is giving us his lawn mower, edger, weed eater and blower. We offered to buy it from him but he wouldn’t hear of it.

I think I am going to tattoo that phrase that “every baby comes with a loaf of bread under his arm” on my back so I’ll never forget. We have been so blessed throughout this whole process. And, interestingly, when I tell this story to other parents of big families they don’t react with surprise. They just nod and say that, yes, that has been their experience as well. It always works out.

Also, we found out we’re having a girl. Deo gratias.

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One Response to “Loaves of bread, part II”
  1. Tara Sz says:

    Hi Jen – Just wanted to add a comment here on this post from sooo long ago. I loved it then, when I wasn’t even married. Now I’m a wife and mother of one plus one on the way (17 unexpected months apart, cause we rock at NFP too!), and can I just say…wow. Another excuse to cry while pregnant. :) I’m glad you have a search engine on your new site so I can come back and read about babies with bread under their arms for encouragement.

    Much love,
    Tara Sz.