My Radio Debut

Do you listen to Moody Christian Radio? If so, you may have heard me on Chris Fabry Live today.

Chris' program today was asking the question: How do you know when to make a move? How do you know when God is telling you, as He told Abram, "Go!"

Chris confessed that he and his wife are in the midst of this right now, trying to decide whether to make a big move.

I shared my own story of our corporate relocation, and how we came to the decision that God's timing was right for us to take this leap of faith. Here is the long version of what I revealed:

We are in the midst of our third corporate relocation now. They say that a relocation is one of the top three most stressful events in a person's life, right up there with the death of a loved one and a divorce.

Our first relocation, from Michigan to St. Louis, was not a cake walk. I moved three sons, one starting high school, one starting middle school, and one who was a toddler. It was a terribly frightening proposition. Not only were we leaving behind all of our friends and family and embracing the unknown, but we were leaving behind the comfort of our jobs and our schools and our church. To make matters worse, my father had recently been diagnosed with cancer, and it broke my heart that I would not get to pop over and see him every day.

Our move was difficult, but it was also filled with blessings. We had an amazing church, with amazing Christ-filled friends, and within a year, we truly felt at home.

Within another year's time, my husband's job was eliminated after a corporate buyout, and we were unemployed for six months. After much prayer, he found a new position...in Indianapolis. Once again, we had to move.

This second move was tough. It had been a Job kind of year. I had lost a dear sister-in-law, a dear niece, my father, our job, our amazing church family and friends, and a beautiful home and community that we'd come to love. I will admit, I came to our new town with a broken spirit. To make matters worse, I was diagnosed with an auto-immune disorder, and spent a lot of months coping with illness. I do not think that I was in a good place, so to speak, to meet new people and make new friends and start a new life over once again. I became pretty reclusive, which led to more social awkwardness. Let's just say that I often had a hard time making a good impression. I had a hard time being real and authentic and being accepted for the broken person I was.

We did not immediately find a church. And we did not instantly have a big group of friends. But we persisted, we found a church, and we slowly made friends.

Last fall, while I was in bible study and the Word, I felt the conviction of the Holy Spirit revealing inside of me a deep seeded bitterness over my life that left me feeling discontented. I knew that I had let this bitterness prevent me from experiencing the grace of my loving God. It had been four years since our move here, and I was ready to let it all go and embrace the life that God had in store for me. I began to see God's blessings in new ways.  At that same time, my husband and I began to feel that God was prompting us for some sort of change.

Last February, my husband came home from work and said "My boss has a position he wants me to fill...in Pittsburgh. I need you to pray, and start praying now!"

One of my favorite ways to pray is to meditate while walking on our nature trail. On this day, I decided that a day of praying and fasting and walking was in order. As I walked the trail, God and I talked about some of my thoughts and concerns and prayers. And that's when God spoke right into my heart.

"Remember that prayer you prayed here last week? When you prayed that I would bless your husband and prosper him so that he could bless others? Well, this is me, answering that prayer!"

I shared this with my husband, and we both felt God's nudging to take this new leap of faith once again.

Are there risks?

Most definitely!

Will I miss our home here?

Without a doubt. I will miss many of the people we've met along the way. I will miss the historic small town that I live in, filled with all of its quaint shops and cafes and parks and trails. I will miss our church and the flat Indiana farmland and wonderful roads. I will miss the view of the nature preserve and the trail in our own back yard.

I am in a really good place now, healthy and whole and healed, ready to embrace whatever future God has for us. I know, without a doubt, that His plan is to prosper us and not to harm us, to give us a hope and a future.

Want to hear something wonderful? He is already blessing this move in amazing ways, working ahead of us to set good things in motion.

I got an email last week from one of my dear friends from my St. Louis church, who moved out to Pittsburgh with her family five years ago. When I told her where we'd finally found a house, she responded "That's just ten minutes from where we live!"

We have an awesome God, don't we?

"Be strong and courageous...the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go." Joshua 1:9

You can visit Chris Fabry's website and learn more about his radio program here:

http://www.moodyradio.org/chrisfabrylive/

The Perks of the Older Home

This week, I bumped into a sweet young Mom from my church who is also in the middle of a corporate relocation. We compared notes on our buying and selling process. Her husband's job is taking them to Michigan. After house hunting for a while, they've decided to live in a temporary apartment while they build a new home.

I will admit, as the weeks went by, my husband and I did consider this possibility. There's something very appealing about a brand new, fresh house. You can pick the paint colors, the fixtures, the flooring, the lighting. But there are the drawbacks. In our area of Pittsburgh, brand new construction price points began at the top of our budget. That would mean we'd be getting a bare bones, builder grade house on a lot the size of a postage stamp.

And let's talk about that lot. In a new construction home, they literally scrape away the topsoil to build. You are left with a sand pit, or worse yet, clay soil that you are forever trying to amend.

My husband and I are lovers of nature. Our surroundings matter, both inside the home and outside as well. We could never be happy on a lot that my mother-in-law has dubbed "an F and F-er". She calls those open yards "Freeze and Fryers", because without the trees and landscaping, you are likely to freeze in the winter winds and fry in the summer sun.

She's got a point there!

This week, my husband went back to our potential future home for the inspection, while I stayed home to attend to the boys and the house and school events.

"Send me photos of the yard!" I begged. It has been a month since I toured the place, and I really didn't get to inspect the yard very thoroughly.

He sent me these photos, and I swooned with delight!

My future yard looks like a park! Flowering trees and shrubs! Hydrangeas and hostas and lilacs and rhododendrons! I'm so happy! And let me tell you this...my husband is normally pretty stingy with the photos, so when he sent me this many shots, I knew it could only mean one thing. He loves the yard, too!

"It's very private," he said. "You can't see your neighbors."

Wow!

"Trust me," he continued. "You are going to spend HOURS in Mary Rose world!"

He knows me too well.

Save The Pink Bathrooms!

So, my future home has pink toilets.

There, I said it.

When friends and family ask me about my new house, this is usually the line I open with because really, it just speaks volumes.

First of all, it tells you a general age span of my home. Let's face it...no one chose pink toilets on purpose after 1980. Pink was so out-of-date, and really everyone knew that mauve would be the color that would never go out of style! ;)

Second, my "pink toilets" opener also tells you that my home has a few projects in store for the future.

Finally, I like to think that my "pink toilets" segue says a little something about me and my husband that a cookie cutter builder grade house in the newest subdivision would not say. It says "Hey, look at me! I'm kicky, quirky and sassy! I'm an original!"

And speaking of originals, here it is:

Here's the part where I make my confession.

My husband thinks we bought this house under the "assumption" that we'd be ripping out those pink toilets in the not-so-distant future.

Well, you know what they say about "assumptions".

I confess...I like the pink bathroom! Dare I say it, I may even come to love it!

When I'm done putting my shabby chic retro inspired spin on this room, it is going to look like I chose those pink sinks and that pink toilet on purpose!

I found an entire website dedicated to saving the endangered pink toilets of America.

www.savethepinkbathrooms.com

My sons, however, are not too keen on the fact that this retro pink bathroom will be the place where they will greet each new morning.

"Too girly!" my son, Sam, declared.

Girly? I think not! Look what I found today:

Here it is! Proof that a boy and his beloved dog can enjoy a "timeless" pink bathroom for many years to come!

Score one for the pink bathrooms of America!

Happy Place

Do you have a happy place in your home? Maybe it's your kitchen, where you bake cookies, or your front porch where you read in the sunshine.

For me, it's the laundry room. I love to do laundry. I know, weird, right?

Every house we toured, my husband would check out the placement of the laundry room. If it was in a damp, windowless basement, he would say to me "Not your happy place!"

And then we toured "the one", and this laundry room made me so happy!

A laundry chute! I'm so excited!

A door out to the flagstone patio! It is not a dutch door...yet. But give it time. It will be!

A window to bring in natural light.

And hello, happy sunshine yellow gingham wallpaper!

Gingham! I love gingham!

I have big plans for this happy room.

Homeless No Longer!

I have wonderful news to share...we made an offer on a house yesterday, and it was accepted! Thank you, Lord! Now if all goes well at inspection, this will be our home sweet home.

We feel as though we already have a history with this house, as it was one of the houses we drove by on our first trip to Pittsburgh back in February. And I remember my husband's words when he saw it:

"They want HOW MUCH for that house?"

Well, weeks went by, prices dropped, inventory started to decline, and we finally made it inside for the home tour in April.

Our realtor called this house "a money pit". She did not like it at all. My husband wasn't keen on it either. But something about that house spoke to me. It said "home", it said "gracious", it said "room for everyone and a flat-ish yard for dog".

It took a few more weeks of house hunting before I was able to convince my husband to give it another look with a fresh set of eyes. He began to see the potential.

It's interesting...this house sat on the market for almost a year, and no one wanted it. Well, the house we live in now also sat on the market a year, and no one wanted it, either. But somehow, we managed to give it a complete makeover from top to bottom, and it sold in one day. I have no doubt we could do the same for this house as well.

Speaking of home...do you think I was influenced by my family's home back in Michigan?

Maybe just a little.

I'm decorating in my head now, and planting future flowers in the garden.

Happy.

Good Staging = Good Editing

I can't stress this enough. The key to home staging is editing. You must edit, and then edit some more, and then edit some more.

The morning my realtor came to take photos for the listing, I had just come back from a weekend of house hunting and did not feel totally prepared. Yes, the house was clean, but it was not pared down and streamlined. After I saw my agent's photos, I realized that I still had some work to do before it was "open house" ready.

In the kitchen, I still had too many items on the counter tops, and a few too many photos on the refrigerator.

I also cleaned the fronts of the cherry cabinetry so that it would shine!

This photo of the family room was fine, but I did not like that lumpy blue blanket in the photo, so I put it in storage.

In the basement photo, I removed the decorative evergreen tree:

My realtor took some shots of the property. This photo showed the remains of my grapevine tree that my husband had thrown on the burn pile. Not very scenic!

I decided to make the fire pit a little more inviting by adding some lawn chairs. The chairs really drew your eye to the property at the bottom of the hill, making the fire pit a real focal point which could be viewed from the deck as well as the bedrooms at the back of the house.

Here's a good solid staging tip: If you think your rooms are ready for open house, take photos of them. You'll be surprised what your camera will see that you may have been ignoring on a daily basis.

Good home staging can make the difference between a house that sells on the first day and a house that lingers on the market for months. If there is one thing we have learned about today's real estate market, it is this: a properly staged home will get snagged up within twenty-four hours of listing. A home that looks a little too lived in will have its current owners living in it for longer than they anticipated.

My editing continues...I'm now pairing down for the packers. If you don't have to pack it, then you don't have to unpack it, either!

36 Days

The story continues...

So my husband puts an offer on a house that he instantly fell in love with, a house that was totally finished from top to bottom.

Unfortunately, seven other families also fell in love with the house and made offers as well.

Seven offers.

Which, of course, sparks a bidding war, where the seller and her agent kept all parties on pins and needles for four days.

In the end, we did not get the house.

I'm trusting that God did not want us to live in that house, and He has something better in store for us.

My husband, however, is in a full on panic and wants a house now. Any house. It doesn't matter to him.

Because in 36 days, we will be homeless.

But I refuse to join him in this personal freak out. I told him that now is the time to pray and wait upon the Lord, not rush into making rash decisions because a clock is ticking.

I have a plan B.

My plan B involves putting our household goods in storage and spending the summer with my Mom in Michigan.

I will not grab a house I don't like in a location that is less than desirable.  I really don't think that God wants us to buy a house that is "done" because He has given us a gift to "make all things new". We could find the house tomorrow, or we could find it in July.

Today, the thought of a summer in Michigan makes me smile.