When we moved to FL in 2003, the real estate market was just starting to boom. Our house in NC hadn't sold, so we were waiting to buy until then. Fortunately, about a month after we moved, our house in NC sold and we could start looking in earnest.
What we discovered is that homes were flying off the market. We looked at one house that we really liked. They got an offer for above asking price. We looked at another and before we could put an offer on it - it sold. Things continued to go this way for a couple of weeks. We intentionally would wait until the next day to put an offer on a house, but most times, it had gone under contract by then.
So, one Friday, I had picked out three houses for our realtor to show us. When we met, she told me that one had gone under contract and we couldn't see it. So, I looked down my list and picked another one that I thought would end up costing more than we really wanted to pay. I figured since we would be near it, it wouldn't hurt.
The first two houses just really didn't fit us. Not the right layout, didn't have the features we needed, etc. So we went to see the third house. While we were in the house, another family drove up and was waiting outside for us to finish looking at it. When we left, we told our agent that we would have to sleep on it and we would let her know on Sat.
After much conversation and prayer, we decided on Sat to put in an offer. Our realtor told us that since the house was owned by a relocation company, we wouldn't know until Monday whether or not the offer was accepted. Fast forward to Monday. Our realtor called us back and told us that the company had THREE offers on the house. One of them was submitted on Friday and two on Saturday. The only reason the Friday offer wasn't immediately accepted was the relo company was closed. You see, the company was located in the Northeast and this was the weekend of the HUGE blackout - so noone was at the office to accept that offer on Friday!
The company asked all three parties to submit their highest and best offer for the home. We looked at our agent and said, "We did. If this isn't the house God wants us to have, then so be it." She went back to the other agent and gave them our response. Two days later, we got our answer - the house was ours! It turned out that we didn't even have the highest offer. We still don't know why this company chose our offer over the others (already pre-approved!?!?), but they did. There are times when I feel like we bought the wrong house, but God reminds me of this story and I remember that HE gave us this house and I am comforted.
So in my memorial box goes a picture of our house.
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VERY cool story. Amen God!
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