Remember when Sally Field gushed at the Oscars ceremony, "You like me, you really like me!" ? She had obviously just won an Oscar, but her amazement revealed her underlying insecurity.
This past week I took a leap of faith, more like an Evel Knievel canyon-jump stunt, and bought a house without my husband ever having laid eyes on it. Can you imagine? I could barely imagine it, and I was DOING IT!!
But distance, and family illness, and time factors, and about a dozen other things meant it was now or maybe never. Of course, I consulted the LOC* and we had talked at length about his preferences and our requirements for a retirement home. But to sign on the dotted line, sight unseen by the other half of our domestic team, well, that was a bit daunting. (*Lovable Old Coot)
However, given the way the whole thing came about (see my post on A Half-Acre of Paradise) I felt pretty confident about this decision. But it was still a leap of faith.
Today we drove up into the foothills together, and he walked through the house for the first time. He opened and closed doors, cupboards, and the garage doors; he flipped switches, listened to the door chimes, and walk around the yard a couple of times. He didn't say anything. (Now that was scary, because trust me on this, the LOC loves to talk) and finally he turned to me and said, "You did really well, honey. This is a good house. I like it."
Whew!! This was one of those decisions in life that is not a "moral decision" or a "spiritual decision" but it was a major life-decision, as it literally affects where we will, in all likelihood, live for the remainder of our lives.
Now that it is settled, I realize it was also a bit exhilarating to do it "all by myself" and have it turn out so well. Oh, wait, I wasn't doing it all by myself. I believe I was given guidance, direction and peace at every critical juncture.
So, now that I think about it from that perspective, well of course he liked it. :)
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Hope your most recent life-decisions and leaps of faith are turning out well. Until next time ...Marsha