So there we were- disappointed and confused. (Find out why by reading part one and part two of the story.) We decided that we were supposed to stay in the big house since God had slammed the door on our other opportunities. I text my friend who was interested in buying our house and told her our lot was no longer available so we couldn't sell the house to her. She was disappointed as well- she had to be out of her house in thirty days and needed to find somewhere to move.
The next week was full of sadness. I wasn't really too sad, (My life philosophy is- it is what it is, deal with it and move on.) but Matt was all kinds of upset. I did my best to be supportive. That lasted about 30 minutes.
Matt was bitter. He wouldn't even watch Tiny House Hunters with me anymore (insert eye roll). I left Melancholy Matt at home and went to house shop with Lee! I love to shop, I love to look at houses, and I love to spend other peoples' money. It took a lot of hunting, but we managed to find a house for Lee. She signed a contract and all was well with her!
Over the next few days (eight to be exact), we were also constantly reminded that the only possible lot we could build a tiny house on was sold to someone else. You see, we have to drive past the lot multiple times per day. We drive by when we leave our house. We drive by when we come home. And each time we passed there was a new orange stake in the ground or someone walking the property. It was quite painful. Every time we drove by, Matt and I looked at each other, shook our heads, and said, "He sure is selling them a lot of his land."
After a week had slowly dragged by, the disappointment had started to wear off. I had almost talked Matt into watching Tiny House Hunters again, Lee was closing on her house in three weeks, and we were going to wait patiently for God to tell us what to do next. Everyone was settled and content.
Then Mr. B called...
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I am Chamie, wife to Matt; mom to Callan (14), Cooper (11), and