Monday, May 20, 2013
Change of Address
I am used to big culture hurdles... the unknown gripped with shaking hands and shaky prayers. And this one, which so many people have lived through, seems overwhelming. I have no idea what's going on.
From the moment our contract was accepted I have had a migraine. It has basically been an "I'm not in control" migraine. I don't understand how it all works... the real estate agent, the loan officer, the title company. They are supposedly all working behind the scenes, but they are forgetting to email me their to-do list in the morning and then a checked off to-do list in the afternoon. My lovely real estate agent (really, lovely - I can't ooze enough kudos about her), did let me know that this is a quite week, that everyone is doing their jobs, and that that is how it's supposed to be. Harrumph... I don't like that. It makes me feel out-of-control.
You think I would have learned this lesson. It's not like God has spent the last several decades trying to show me that I am not in control of anything. And yet, I still long for it.
The truth is, I am glad I am not having to do all the work. I'm glad we have an agent, a loan office, and a title company that know what they are doing and how to do it well... and if it were left in my hands, I'd have an even bigger migraine. And in the end, neither my hope nor joy is based either on the proficiency of the home buying system or even a new house. And so, this, too, is a practice in trusting them... but more importantly, trusting the LORD.
On my packing to-do-list, I've written across the bottom,
This world is not my home, I'm just a passin' through.
Because, I am. And all this, is just drawing me to remember that I'm not the boss of the world: it is under the perfect direction of the Creator. I'd like to say that I'll learn it this time. But even if not fully, maybe just a little.