(this is the second in a series of posts, you can find the first one here)
Part 2: 240 Days
You work all things for good
Nothing is wasted
Your promise remains
Forever You reign
It looked like the perfect house for a young couple. Situated on a corner lot in a quiet, older neighborhood, it would need some work. This wouldn’t be a problem, since we had just finished doing a rehab/flip in February on a 50+ year-old house that was in a lot worse shape. It had a two-car garage and a fenced back yard. The garage, with an entrance to the side street, would be perfect for storing Josh’s lawn care equipment, and for working on cars and trucks – he did a fair amount of this on the side, for friends and family. The fenced yard would be great for a dog.
The location was great: only a couple of miles from our church and Katie’s new nursing job, and not too far from our house, in case they needed help with the likely list of renovation projects. It had the feel of the quintessential starter home, the little place where they would build their new life. All they needed to do now was work out the financing. It would be a stretch, but Katie’s pay at the new job was a lot better (benefits, too) and Josh’s lawn care and other businesses were growing. They were excited about the possibility of being able to get into their own home after living with us since there were married. We were excited for them.
Even with the excitement of the young couple’s first home and new life together, it has a pedestrian feel, doesn’t it? Almost boring. This is the stuff that life is made of. That story has played out for you, and just about everyone you know, a thousand times. Life ebbs and flows, like the ocean: sometimes high tide, sometimes low, sometimes stormy, mostly calm. When you look out from the beach toward the horizon, it stretches on as far as you can see, and -in your mind’s eye- it goes on for a good deal more. And mostly, there’s nothing out there. You have the assurance that the rhythm will continue, unbroken.
When you live near the coast, though, you know there’s the possibility, however remote, that a storm -maybe catastrophic- will eventually cross the horizon and pay you a visit. Continue reading “9569 Days: Nothing is Wasted”