I Guess There is Something to be Said For “Letting Go and Letting God”

I started writing this post over a week ago, as I sat on the only piece of furniture left in the living room. It was a rainy, gloomy day in Wisco.

It was also the last day of summer break for all of my teacher friends. On the following Monday they would ‘officially’ return to school (TBH I don’t know anyone who hadn’t been been at school or in their classrooms over the summer).

In the educational world, August feels like one long Sunday night.

My husband had just left for his last day of ‘work’. He officially retired from Gulfstream Aerospace after 34 1/2 years. I thought it was going to be a rough day for him. He was devoted to his job. He enjoyed what he did, he loved the people he worked with, and he appreciated most of  his customers.

He just didn’t enjoy 50-60 hour work weeks. 

Turns out he made it through the day just fine. See how smiley he is?

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The summer had been chaotic to say the least. Leaving school last June, I realized there was a slight possibility I may not return this fall. Fortunately, I had the foresight to organize all of my belongings and label boxes personal or professional. (My position had changed for this upcoming school year, requiring me to pack up both of my current classrooms.)

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Throughout the month of June, I did some curriculum writing.

Then July happened.

When Reed was offered a new job, my focus suddenly changed from grammar instruction and learning Lucy Calkin’s 7th grade writing curriculum to selling a house.

Having sold all of our previous homes on our own, we were not rookies when it came to selling houses. But this time, due to  time constraints, we felt we needed to utilize the help of a relator.

So we decluttered, we depersonalized, and we fixed all of the little ‘issues’ we had been ignoring (painting the outside trim, ripping out the edging on the landscaping, and touching up the walls).

Every single time we had a showing, the house was cleaned from top to bottom, even when there had been less than 24 hours between showings.

That got old fast. I mean, many times there wasn’t even any dust on the dust rag or dirt on the mop head.

And talk about a roller coaster of emotions. I got my hopes up with each showing, and then was disappointed when there wasn’t an offer. There came a point where I just didn’t feel I could keep up the pace anymore.

I was letting stress win. I wasn’t sleeping well. I felt crabby. I was anxious. I was worried. 

I was worried we wouldn’t find an apartment for our youngest. I was worried about leaving my mom. I was worried we wouldn’t sell the house before Reed’s job would start. I was worried I’d be staying back until the house sold. I was worried about finding a new house. I was worried about where we would live if we didn’t sell the house. I was worried about leaving my youngest home while we went down to house hunt because WHAT IF THERE WAS A REQUEST FOR A SHOWING? (Little faith in her ability to clean.)

It was terrible.

Then I was reminded of the whole God thing. Kinda funny how those Bible verses pop up on Instagram just when you need to read them most. Kinda ironic how the song you sing in church speaks to you when you are at a low point. Kinda sweet how my sister-in-law would send inspirational messages at just the right moment.

Yep. I needed to let go. But it’s not like I decided to sit back and not do anything. I just needed to accept what I could control and what God was ultimately in control of. Big difference there. I could clean the house, but I couldn’t make somebody want to buy it.

Today, as I sit on the couch of our fully furnished apartment, I can tell you God has a pretty good grip on things.

  • While searching for an apartment for Alli was frustrating (who knew it would be so difficult to find an available apartment in the area), it worked out for the best. When we toured the complex, they let us know they did not have any availability (even though there was availability when we booked the tour). They did tell her to check the website daily…just in case. Well, guess what? One popped up, and she was ready to snag it. Best part? It’s only a 5 minute drive to my mom’s.
  • While we were down in Georgia house hunting, we received an offer on our house. Kudos to Alli and her BF for getting the house squeaky clean in my absence. (Plus, the showing was on a Sunday, so she was home to take Quinn out of the house, which had been another concern.)
  • Reed’s new company provides one month of temporary housing. We close on our new house at the end of this month. Talk about timing.

At any rate, I know there will be many new adventures and challenges ahead, but I really am going to try to sit back and take it all in one day at a time, trusting God to take care of everything in His own way. I’ll let you know how that goes.

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8 Replies to “I Guess There is Something to be Said For “Letting Go and Letting God””

  1. Let go, Let God!!! And looks like you have been enjoying some Godly creations with water. Enjoy your new home and making a new life. You will enjoy!

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  2. Sometimes we wonder why, but I really believe that things happen for a reason. I am a worrier (is that a word) for sure, even tho we don’t always have the faith. It sounds like things are following the right path for you. Blessings to you on your new adventure. Love Patti

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  3. Oh it is so good to be reminded that He is so good… all of the time! In my waiting I get scared but then I heard that fear likes inactivity. Busy believing He has all details under control is such a relief! Love you all!

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  4. Best of luck and blessings to all of you. God has the steering wheel so enjoy the ride.

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