A New Post, an Old User

Many years ago, I started this blog. That's when blogging was popular. I don't think Instagram was that popular yet. Now, you see people checking their stats for followers online hourly, or at the very least, daily.

We used to live in California. There, we were Antique dealers, making our way through shows, finds, and re-purposing where we could. But then, life happened.

Our kids that lived in Texas at the time would remind us from time to time that prices were good there and we could retire there, near them. They would "take care of us" in our old age (!) and please move before they had to put us directly into an "old folks home". Well, we put it off by saying in a couple of years. Time passed and we didn't make that first step.

We decided to have a yard sale to get rid of extra stuff that we had acquired. Just a normal, yard sale. Well, during the first day of the sale we had 4 people want to buy our house! We smiled and said check back in a couple of years. They wanted to leave names and numbers, so we took them, never thinking of what would come of it. One neighbor, down the road, called us that afternoon and said she was thinking of her parents, but they were not ready to move. OK. But, could she pass on our number to her friends? Of course, we aren't moving, just giving out our information. Little did we know that her friend came to the sale and assessed the situation. They gave us a call that late afternoon and said they wanted to come by and talk to us. OK. They came, we sat in the front yard under shade trees and listened to them tell us they wanted our home, no improvement, as is. And, they made us an offer much more than we had expected. We both left with the thoughts that we and they would pray about this and get back in touch on Monday.

We were reeling! What! No realtor? But we weren't ready to move, or were we?

Long story later, we accepted their offer, they got a loan, we had a friend who works real estate read through the contract and we sold the house!

One of our daughters from Texas said she would come out and help us pack. We rented a POD, which is an 8 by 8 by 16 foot storage container. We packed it full and had the mother of all yard sales. We had decided to stay in California til September (this was now June). Mr had committed to an evangelical outreach at the Placer County Fair and he was going to keep that commitment.

We rented an apartment, first time ever, for four months. We saved only what we absolutely needed and sent a car, a POD and the same daughter out to TEXAS!

In the meantime, we needed a place to live in Texas. So, we went online and viewed houses for sale. We settled on a town near three of the kids and had them go look at it for us. We bought it actually sight unseen. We have been very happy in this.

All this long story to tell you how we saw the Lord's hand in day to day working in our lives. We were blessed beyond measure by His grace. He led us step by step, mowing down opposition and doubt. He made a way. We have had His blessing in using the funds He gave us by the sale of the house in California to fund our retirement. He Is Good. Always has been, always will be.

So now, I am a Cali-Texan. Or maybe a Texi-Cali. Whatever I am, it is by His grace. I want to be a blessing where ever He puts me.

Stay tuned to find out what He has done in our lives since we have lived in Texas.