A couple of months ago, my siblings and I agreed to sell the family cabin. It was a difficult decision to make but needed to be done. While I was on my road trip, we had a family come look at the place. Then they looked again. And again. Thankfully, my brother was up there to oversee everything. Not long after I returned home, my realtor called and said that we had an offer. The price was pretty low, though. My siblings and I conferred for a long time and decided to counteroffer. Then the potential buyers countered that offer and we accepted. I signed the contract today. Once that was settled, I made my way out to the cemetery to place flowers on my mom’s gravesite as today is the 2 year anniversary of her death. I got the flowers all situated and sat down in the grass to talk to my parents. Then it struck me. After my mom’s death, the estate would pay for the cabin expenses for 2 years. After that, my siblings and I would have to figure out what to do with it. I signed the contract to sell exactly 2 years later. Before my dad died, he wanted to sell the cabin so my siblings and I wouldn’t have to make these tough decisions. It seemed like it all fell into place. My dad – and the rest of us – built the cabin with the intention that it would be a place for the whole family to gather, have fun, and relax. We certainly did that for many years. My realtor told me later that the buyers were very excited that they would be able to purchase it. They have 4 kids. I watched the cameras when they were looking at the house, and saw the kids running up and down the hills and doing the things we used to do up there. It was a joyful sight and reminded of the good times that we had. While it is bittersweet to let it go, I do feel it is time for another family to make it their family home.

I Found God today passing along a joyful house.