I’ve lived in Omaha for almost a year now, and I am just getting to this post. I’ve been wanting to write it because it is such a great testimony to what God has done for me and my family.
Me and the kids usually came to Omaha for a month or sometimes the whole summer when we lived in San Antonio. It was a great way for us to beat the heat. I am not much for hot days with no breaks for months. Omaha was my saving grace from a few things.
It is where old friends and parents live. When hot days existed it wouldn’t be long till it cooled off again. Loneliness wasn’t a factor when coming back ‘home’. I enjoyed the cool mornings sitting on the deck with my mom with hot coffee. Chatting it up and planning where we were going to go eat that day.
The long 2 day drive by myself with 3 little ones ,and one whiny chihuahua was worth it to find the comfort I needed. It was also one reason it took me a long time to drive back home. Driving with 3 kids solo, is not something I enjoyed, it was exhausting.
Last summer was the turning point for my family. We stayed the whole summer. Leaving just in time to make it for school to start. While we were here, the house next door to my parents was for sale. Every day, mostly many times a day, my daughter, Lydia would say “Let’s buy that house!” Of course I had to constantly remind her that it wasn’t going to happen. For a couple reasons, it was a tad out of our price range and daddy would never agree. This conversation went on many times during the summer. It actually went as far as calling my husband, Chris telling him my parents bought us the house next door. He didn’t fall for it.
The day came to pack and head out. Finally 2 days later we were back home! Shortly, after returning home, I had a bad attitude. Instead of being grateful for what I had, I focused on the wrong things. Our house was old and needed some work. I had about all the ‘broken things’ I could handle. I prayed many times asking Him to help me in some way. It wasn’t long after that, that I got bolder in my prayers. I knew to always thank God for what I had, and I did that along with asking Him to move us to Omaha.
It was the beginning of September, my mom called me and told me that the house next door went off the market. I was a bit sad. I knew that there was no way we could buy a house in the state our finances were in. After I got sick the first time (2012), it nearly bankrupted us, so saying money was tight was an over statement.
Then my mom went on to tell me that my dad walked over to ask the owner if he had considered renting. Tim had mentioned that he and his wife were actually in the process of dealing with applications. I am not sure, but I think I remember my mom telling me this was it, and try and get Chris on board with moving.
The problem, they wanted renters in by Oct 1st. It was already the end of the first week of September at this point. Ignoring the little voice in my head saying “whatever, you can never get him to agree”, “you can’t afford this”, “you’re dreaming” “it is too good to be true and you don’t deserve this”. I ran to the office and told Chris about the house up for rent and asked his thoughts. Of course, there wasn’t much positive coming out of his mouth, except for “yeah ok”, and that was sarcastic.
I am not really sure what happened for a few days, but I ended up telling a dear friend of mine about selling the house. She told me her husband had just recently started flipping homes. She was going to talk to him. I got excited! I ended up then going a bit further. I talked to a realtor friend of mine.
The thing with our house was, it was in a prime location on almost an acre! It was in an older neighborhood, and hidden in the trees. It super close to everything. Six Flags was merely a mile away! Awesome shopping to places like Nordstroms, Neimen Marcus, Tiffany’s and other amazing places I barely went to. Well, I did go into Neimen Marcus once to just breath in the riches, when my 2 year old, Lydia had a complete meltdown in the store. I was asked to get her to calm down or leave. With my tail between my legs, we walked out and went to Walmart.
The location was our saving grace.
A few days passed, and my good friend phoned me and said her husband and business partner were coming over to look at the house. At this point, I am not even sure I told Chris all of this stuff. I mean, I barely believed it had gone this far. From that moment, I knew we were meant to be in Omaha. I knew God was moving.
I believe a couple days more passed and they made another visit, and an offer! We sold our house in 3 days, without it going on the market. Chris did know at this point, we were moving. He had mixed feelings, but I was over the moon.
It was a cash buyer, so we closed in 3 weeks!
The buyers still had a few days to cancel the sale, so I went in my room many times a day praying, and claiming that house was ours. Then we were given 3 days I believe to pack and move. Three days! Who does this in 3 days? Luckily, I had already begun packing some things, so it wasn’t as bad as it could have been, but still bad. We had also sold a few things, so that helped with money, and not hauling everything up here.
I had to try and find a home for one of my dogs, which was almost more than I could handle. Omaha is a bit different here than in San Antonio. They have some pretty strict animal police. In Omaha, you can only have 3 dogs in a household. I had 4. So, who would I chose to stay behind. A friend mentioned, it was like Sophie’s Choice. Boy was it! How can you do that? I had sought out friends to help. Momma was the pick to stay behind because she hated collars, leashes, and would never even go for walks. So how in the world was I suppose to get her to go potty on the long drive? I prayed hard for this as well. I decided to walk by faith and bring her. I knew God would help, and boy did He ever. She did so awesome! She was very stressed out, but she handled it so well.
So, how do I get by with that stupid Omaha rule? My parents offer to take in one of my dogs. We took Cleo and Momma over to her house, and Cleo was the one who got along better with her other dog. So, Cleo stays with my parents, and I get to see her everyday!
What could go wrong when you are moving out of state? Oh man, were we hit with some doozies.
We hadn’t sold our Rainbow Playground yet. We had many people look at it, a buyer fell through, and everyone wants everything for nothing. It was only a few months old worth a lot. I prayed that we would get a certain amount out of it, two days before we move, it sold with the offer we asked!
In the process of moving, we lost one of my cats, Rupee. He was not an outside cat, and only went out when I was on the porch with him. He did not like being out without anyone. I was surprised to find that he got out when we were moving the big furniture. I looked for him for a long time, but could never find him. It was heartbreaking for me! I’m really hoping he found a great home.
The night before we are suppose to leave, Dane gets a tummy bug. He’s up all night doing the two P’s (pukin’ and poopin’) It was awful for him. Needless to say none of us got much sleep.
As Chris is loading up the finishing things on the truck (we have to be out that morning), I run to get coffee and a few errands. As I return home, my van breaks down! We have to be out of the house that day, and my van breaks down. At this point I was chuggin’ my coffee and laughing. I was laughing at all the crap the devil was trying to throw at us. He was not stealing my joy or God’s plans. So, after talking to a mechanic and reading forums on what it could be, it looked like a major repair with days before we could get it back. What do you do? Head to Carmax and buy a new van.
Finally, making it to our new home, Omaha.
After all that was said and done, no one can convince me there isn’t a God. It doesn’t happen often that a house, that needs work, sells in 3 days without it going on the market. Which, by the way, was the amount of time I asked God to find us an owner, and the price we needed to cover costs.