The Day I Became A Homeowner

One Sunday evening as I was lying in bed, my phone rang. I saw my realtor’s number across the screen, then I sat up and immediately answered. “Guess what?” she said. “What?” I replied while smiling.

“They accepted your offer.”

I tried to stay calm, but it was hard to contain my excitement. A long-time goal that I’d been working on and praying about was finally coming true. I was officially becoming a homeowner! This was a goal I started working on last year but when the pandemic hit, I was nervous about moving forward. So I put things on pause… until some of my confidants asked me why I wasn’t moving forward anymore. I came up with a handful of excuses: the pandemic, the timing, and more praying and fasting (which was honestly me procrastinating from a place of fear – God had already given me His approval). I even started having dreams that I was already in a new home. The more I stalled, the more I felt something on the inside of me saying, it’s time. And as I proceeded, I realized something.

There would never be a perfect time to step out. It’s not like this was something I was doing without a plan. I’d been planning for years and had let circumstances and fear scare me, until God’s voice and my incredible support system let me know that I’d be okay. When I started house hunting, I was getting tired and discouraged at the beginning of things. Especially when I made offers on different homes I liked, and the sellers went with other buyers. Gathering different amounts of necessary paperwork was becoming a source of frustration too. There’s so much paperwork involved. So much. If you are planning on buying a house, it’s good to know this early. And although I felt discouraged about not getting the houses I wanted, I also knew deep down that what God had for me would ultimately be for me. My mindset shifted once that belief settled in. So when I got the call that my offer was accepted on a place that was better than all the other places I’d already seen, exactly one day after I’d made a new offer, I was thrilled. I couldn’t believe it.

I'm excited about this chapter, and I'm thankful for a new beginning and the opportunity to share and celebrate with my family and friends. Great things have been happening to and for me in this season, and I'm taking it all in. If you're reading this right now, I hope that this year, which has still been one of uncertainty for many of us in different ways, will be the year you decide to connect, collaborate, and celebrate with God as you move forward with your own goals and dreams. Step out on faith and do the work. You've got this.

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