We sold our house in Trinity yesterday.

And that is cause for some happy back-patting.

It's also cause for some remembering.

My mind rewinds to spring, 2011.  Though we were happy and settled in our home nestled in the Piney Woods, it was looking like a move was in the making.

We decided that it was time to take care of some small, long over-due renovations in order to sell.  My mind went straight to the kitchen. Some spiffing up was in order.  Top of the list? -Making up for the "stove situation".

 We had a top of the line Jen-Air stove top (Well, it was top of the line in the 70's).  On a whim, Jason had thrown away the burner pans not knowing that finding new ones that fit would be impossible.  I'm pretty sure our stove was discontinued.  Ill-fitting burner pans were installed causing cookware to be precariously perched atop, further compromising my already iffy cooking.

I also wanted to brighten up the kitchen; I knew the feeling of being swallowed up by its red hot-tamale painted walls and dark cabinets.

I'd also watched enough "Flip that House" episodes to know that we needed some serious improvement in the area of "curb appeal".

Jason and our contractor had different plans in mind.  In no time, the trim on our house received a fresh coat of the same-as-before boring paint and the porch and sun-room floor was stained in a"man-color".  Our workshop was given a facelift much to my chagrin (the kitchen?!)

The one improvement we agreed upon was the removal of an unsightly bidet in the master bath.  Glad we could agree on something.

I remember telling Jason, "A woman will never want to buy this house.  We better hope for a family with a man in charge".

It was twenty months ago when I mouthed those slightly bitter words;  I've thought them a few times since then.

We received a phone call less than two weeks ago with an offer on our house.  Even better, we made a mad dash to Huntsville yesterday to close the deal.  As we walked into the title company to meet and shake the hand of our rescuers, there wasn't a man with a weak-minded woman alongside as I suspected.

Nope.  There sat a single man.

I knew it.

Already happy that we were selling, I basked in the glory of being right.  I had known that it would be a man wanting the house.

We were all smiles as we got in the car.  As we pulled away Jason claimed the glory his own.  "We might not have sold the house if we hadn't fixed it up like we did".

Our glory was short-celebrated, but happiness ensued.  We sold our house; a financial burden has been removed.  And though momentarily taking credit for such a happy occasion, we know from whom this blessing flows.

We're thankful.

And we're giving credit where credit is due.

Not to us, O LORD, not to us but to your name be the glory, because of your love and faithfulness.  Psalm 115:1

We made a two-minute stop at the house yesterday to say our last goodbyes. We experienced much of God's love and faithfulness in that house and with our Trinity family.  So many good memories.  In my next post, I just might have to post some of our favorites.