Mary woke up with a start from her deep sleep. She had to get a move on! It was 2.30 in the afternoon and she still hadn’t made the salad or taken the brush to the town yard. Sylvia had asked her to go earlier and Mary was glad of that after the fact. When they drove up to the site there was a long line of cars filled with tree branches and what have you from the recent tornado the town had experienced.
Mary and Sylvia had time to chit chat while they waited for their turn. Mary shared with Sylvia her news about the cottage. Sylvia was quiet when Mary told her that they would have to sell their house to buy it. Sylvia responded: “I’m going to miss you two”. Mary felt the awkward silence of not knowing what to say and could only agree she would miss her too.
After their jaunt to the dump Mary and Sylvia said their goodbyes and Mary prepared to go and pick up Robin. It was later, after dinner, while they waited for the real estate agents that they shared their concerns over buying this place. Would it be big enough? Where would they put all this stuff they had? Would they have to downsize? There were more questions than answers. However, the conversation passed the time and before you knew it both Maxine and her husband Paul showed up at their door.
The couple were a good team and Paul who had shown them the house originally was a broker so took charge of the procedures. He went through everything thoroughly and managed to clarify a rather technical document with ease. Mary was impressed. He was gifted in this area and she could see he loved doing it. While going over the papers Paul was able to share a little bit about himself. They were both church goers and humble people who didn’t broadcast their faith like a flag on a pole.
Mary admired this aspect because she knew too many christians that forgot they were human and had a life. These two did not. They seemed well balanced. While talking Paul shared he had been in an accident. He drove a motorcycle and one night a deer ran into him! Paul never knew what hit him! But he wondered why God kept him alive. Mary responded that perhaps it was for this moment in time to help her and Robin. Later after the couuple left Mary realized the truth of these words. Paul was a very special gifted man in an area Mary and Robin needed help most. Unlike the other realtors who had come to their house none impressed them as much as this man.
This interaction reassured Mary that God was at work unfolding his plan and using the right people to bring it all to fruition. It seems their timing was also right on as Maxine shared that all this week many couples had been through the cottage with other agents! As yet no one had put an offer in. However, to Mary it seemed a good thing she listened to God’s message from her dream and the scripture passage. Now the contract had been signed, a date set, and all they had to do was wait.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Dreams and Decisions
Mary woke up the next morning from an exciting dream. In it she found bag after bag of coins worth $100’s of dollars. Included in the bags were casino coins. God showed her the next day that “money was to be found from gambling”! Mary realized that she needed to take a gamble right now! She and Robin were to take the opportunity of buying this cottage. It seemed this was a chance of a lifetime they needed to take and not delay because the scripture God gave her was from Ecclesiastes 9:11
“The race is not to the swift or the battle to the strong,
Nor does food come to the wise or wealth to the brilliant
Or favour to the learned; but time and chance happen to them all.”
In the NLT the last sentence is translated
Later that morning on the ride into Windsor Mary shared her dream and its meaning with Robin. Robin just listened and said little. Later at home Mary found a message on her machine. It was the banker! Mary returned her call quickly and was told she had to begin negotiations to see where the sellers stood. The banker was not willing to give them a separate loan but they would have to sell their house to purchase this one. She would give them a bridge of a month during which time Mary and Robin could fix up the cottage. It certainly would need at least a month before the place was liveable. Wiring had to be changed, a furnace installed, insulation put in, painting, and whatever else it needed. Mary knew it would be a long process but the bridge would be a great asset to have.
After her conversation with the financier Mary phoned Robin. He was very positive and told Mary to phone the real estate agent right away. So Mary made another phone call and talked to the realtor. It turns out the agent, Maxine, had lost her mom three weeks ago so the conversation somehow drifted to her death. This was familiar ground to Mary and she could commiserate with Maxine because she had been through the grieving process already. It was a very good thing.
Mary and Maxine decided on the details of the agreement over the phone, the agent would prepare it, and would be coming tonight for their signatures on the contract. After she hung up Mary realized her house was a sight! She would have to clean. And clean she did.
By the time she had finished it was after 1pm in the afternoon. She sat back on the couch exhausted from the work but satisfied it was presentable for company. Mary had to make a salad for dinner and then take some leaves and branches to the town dump afterwards. There would be little time to read her book on co-dependency today, she realized. She wasn’t too excited about it anyways because chapter 8 was all about admitting who you hurt and making amends. “Ugh”, thought Mary, “that can wait”!
Leaving thoughts of the book behind Mary focused on the present duties before her and left the worse until last! She couldn’t wait until tonight and couldn’t wait for the response. Apparently, there were three sisters who were selling their parents estate. One of them lived further away and so it might take a couple days for a response. Mary smiled to herself; it was oddly familiar to Mary. She and her two sisters had been a tightly knit stocking during and after their mother’s illness. One of them lived down in Tucson and so a lot of their conversations were long distance.
Old memories started popping up. Mary decided to take a quick nap and as she lay her head down she felt herself drifting back to those old days until she slowly eased into a deep, deep, sleep.
“The race is not to the swift or the battle to the strong,
Nor does food come to the wise or wealth to the brilliant
Or favour to the learned; but time and chance happen to them all.”
In the NLT the last sentence is translated
“It is being in the right place at the right time.”Mary was more than excited and she didn’t want to miss this prospect at what seemed to be a divine opportunity. Everything had happened so nonchalantly at first but now things seemed to require some quick action. They needed to strike while the iron was hot.
Later that morning on the ride into Windsor Mary shared her dream and its meaning with Robin. Robin just listened and said little. Later at home Mary found a message on her machine. It was the banker! Mary returned her call quickly and was told she had to begin negotiations to see where the sellers stood. The banker was not willing to give them a separate loan but they would have to sell their house to purchase this one. She would give them a bridge of a month during which time Mary and Robin could fix up the cottage. It certainly would need at least a month before the place was liveable. Wiring had to be changed, a furnace installed, insulation put in, painting, and whatever else it needed. Mary knew it would be a long process but the bridge would be a great asset to have.
After her conversation with the financier Mary phoned Robin. He was very positive and told Mary to phone the real estate agent right away. So Mary made another phone call and talked to the realtor. It turns out the agent, Maxine, had lost her mom three weeks ago so the conversation somehow drifted to her death. This was familiar ground to Mary and she could commiserate with Maxine because she had been through the grieving process already. It was a very good thing.
Mary and Maxine decided on the details of the agreement over the phone, the agent would prepare it, and would be coming tonight for their signatures on the contract. After she hung up Mary realized her house was a sight! She would have to clean. And clean she did.
By the time she had finished it was after 1pm in the afternoon. She sat back on the couch exhausted from the work but satisfied it was presentable for company. Mary had to make a salad for dinner and then take some leaves and branches to the town dump afterwards. There would be little time to read her book on co-dependency today, she realized. She wasn’t too excited about it anyways because chapter 8 was all about admitting who you hurt and making amends. “Ugh”, thought Mary, “that can wait”!
Leaving thoughts of the book behind Mary focused on the present duties before her and left the worse until last! She couldn’t wait until tonight and couldn’t wait for the response. Apparently, there were three sisters who were selling their parents estate. One of them lived further away and so it might take a couple days for a response. Mary smiled to herself; it was oddly familiar to Mary. She and her two sisters had been a tightly knit stocking during and after their mother’s illness. One of them lived down in Tucson and so a lot of their conversations were long distance.
Old memories started popping up. Mary decided to take a quick nap and as she lay her head down she felt herself drifting back to those old days until she slowly eased into a deep, deep, sleep.
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