On June 3rd we received a letter from our property manager letting us know the owner was giving us 30 days notice to vacate the property. With an additional two weeks to clean and get the house ready for him to inspect it. The owner's timing couldn't have been better, or worse, depending on how you look at it.
My first reaction was it's going to be ok. He really gave us 45 days to go. I got on the computer almost immediately and starting looking for homes in our neighborhood and school districts. I found several and made appointments to go take a look...knowing full well none of them were going to work. But you have to put in due diligence. Damon and I drove around that evening looking at the homes and he decided he wanted to look around in our former neighborhood. We found a For Rent sign on one of the homes. I called immediately and left a message with the property manager so we could look at it. We set up a time to see it on Monday morning.
It really is the best house for our family.
But let me take you back to February 2010 when we reached the 18 month mark of unemployment for my husband. His field of expertise is aviation so you can imagine the scant availability of jobs, especially in Reno. He asked me to keep looking for jobs for myself as well (neither of us could find anything). I had a snotty attitude and got on a website (www.indeed.com) to look for jobs and I found one...for him. He hadn't seen the ad so he immediately applied for it and decided to wait two hours after sending his resume and called the number listed in the ad. The man who answered the phone said he'd received over 40 applications but Damon was the only one who called him. (Seriously???) He did two interviews over the phone and then didn't hear anything for a few days. Of course, we were on pins and needles waiting to hear.
A few weeks earlier I had signed up to help clean the kitchen in our church and the day had been delayed due to snow. My friend called and wanted to know if I was going. I thought, oh gosh, no, I don't think so and I hung up. Then I had this thought, "What if all that is left for Damon to get that job is for one of us to do some sort of service somewhere." So I called my friend back and said I'd meet her there. I think all of us ladies talked more than cleaned but it was a great two hours. I got home around 1pm and 20 minutes later Damon's phone rang and he was offered the job. No kidding.
Fast forward to this week. We've been waiting all week to find out if we got the house we had applied for. Early this afternoon I got a phone call from one of the leaders in our church's lady's auxiliary asking me to teach the lesson this coming Sunday. (It's on Developing Your Talents). I've really only been back to church for the last two weeks and didn't want to have to prepare and teach a lesson. I get very embarrassed with my chemo brain effects and can lose a train of thought so fast. I thought of all kinds of excuses. And told her no. When we hung up I immediately heard that VOICE say, "Don't you think I would help you?" We all have that still small voice and mine spoke loud and clear. So I called her back and told her I'd teach the lesson.
Ninety minutes later the new property manager called and let me know we got the house. Sound familiar??
Keep the Faith
