Nah, this is all not a big deal. It's just that yesterday I had to spend the day at the desk in our kitchen, reading mostly, because it was the only room cooler than 87 degrees. Well, the bathroom actually has the one-room air-conditioner (which blows into the kitchen) and felt quite cool, of course, but who wants to spend the entire day in there?
And truly, there are worse ways to spend a summer day than spending hours reading, making lunch and washing dishes in a kinda-air-conditioned kitchen. I understand that. It's just that confining feeling which bothers me, the one that taunts, "Leave this small
Anyway.... Tom had to leave at 6:30 last night to travel to our former town so he could pick up our (much procrastinated) 2010 tax receipts from our tax guy and of course, right after he left, Cher (our real estate lady) called with some bad news. The (kinda sullen) bank appraisal lady from Tuesday appraised our house at $5,500 less than our asking price.
Good grief. And here we'd though we were being generous with that sale price.
But as I told Cher, I'd been concerned that said bank appraiser didn't even step into our (expensive-to-build) garage we'd added on and did she even notice all the other improvements we'd made since the last appraisal in 2008? Then I told Cher, "Well, I don't think she went inside the garage. Hmm... I should ask Tom when he gets back." Cher said do that because that could mean something good for us later.
Chalk up yet one more test. I mean, Tom is nearly always home (baking in the living room at his computer), yet the one time he drives away for an errand, Cher called. With bad news. And I had to wait until he got home to tell him about it.
Oh these tests, especially the patience ones. They come hot and heavy. They annoy me. But still, I try to pass them with peace and faith because--once you pass them--they do become easier the next time. At least, that's the theory. So I waited and cleaned the house (slowly) and waited and cleaned the house and, finally, Tom arrived home. He called Cher (and no, he didn't see the appraiser step into the garage), we found the original appraisal paperwork from 2008 and Cher promised to try to work some magic for us today.
Of course, the other test is test is to believe God will provide the extra $5,500 we'll need to buy Hobbit Cottage--if it comes to that. But you know? I can believe for that. Believing for God's monetary provision is one thing I've had to do since I was a little girl growing-up in a Baptist minister's home when that's pretty much all we did--believe for money. heh. So that test isn't as hard for me since I've experienced 45 (or so) years of financial miracles.
But it was the other thing--the thing of Cher calling with bad news as soon as Tom drove out of the driveway when he'd been here all day long. Those tests make me bonkers. And that, of course, is why I still experience them. They won't cease (or won't stop bothering me) until I start passing them, until I stop moaning, "Why does this always happen? Why can't we get these calls when we're both here? And where is Tom anyway?" They won't stop until they no longer zap my peace and make me roll my eyes.
Peace I leave with you; My [own] peace I now give and bequeath to you. Not as the world gives do I give to you. Do not let your hearts be troubled, neither let them be afraid. [Stop allowing yourselves to be agitated and disturbed; and do not permit yourselves to be fearful and intimidated and cowardly and unsettled.]
"You will remember all the way the Lord your God led you in the desert these forty years, to humble you, and how He tested you to know what was in your heart to see if you would keep His commandments or not." Deuteronomy 8:2
For a more detailed post about tests, here's one I wrote years ago.