Warning this is everywhere just venting in the few minutes I have
Things are all making sense now. Laying in bed I couldn't sleep thinking about how I could possibly maybe bribe the owner not to move back in and let us stay and go on with our original plan. I even thought about building a back house and letting her stay there. I had so many questions going through my head. I would pop up with a question and scare my husband who sleeps like a baby and doesn't let things get to him, "but why would she want to move back in?" "She can't take care of this house?" Why this, why that. We had so many questions and I just needed to find out. So I called her and she kept changing her story. She said that she was on vacation and couldn't talk. So, I called the property manager and tried to get some info out of him as to why she wanted to move back in. A very lonnnnnnng story short...We've been played AGAIN! For the 3rd time. We ended up talking to her bank (because we like to pretend we are detectives) So, the bank told us that the owner hasn't made a payment for 18 months!!!! Yep, she has just been pocketing our money. She knew renting to us that she was already in default. She has just been extending the auction date. Every payment that we made sure we didn't pay a day late. And the fact that our rent was more than double what her payment was made me even more mad. We are so hurt! We feel so used AGAIN. This is the 3rd time in a row this has happened to us. You see this time when renting we sat down with the owner and the property manager and told them how we had to move 2x due to foreclosure homes. We just wanted to make sure this would not happen again. That we wouldn't have to rip our kids from another house and another neighborhood full of friends.Every thing looked good and plans were set and hopes were high when we signed our lease. Come to find out their is already an offer on the table etc etc... she has no intention on moving back in it was all a lie. Every time she talked to me it was a big lie. How does she sleep at night. I honestly feel more sorry for her and the the guilt she has to live with than I do for us. I will continue to pray for her even though I am angry.
I'm taking it as a way of God shutting this door and a time to move on...
So, yesterday we sat down and told the kids. I love my kids they are so optimistic. They of course were sad but not as sad as I thought they would be. Maybe they are just use to this by now. Faith said mom, "were just missionaries moving around." Ah, I love her!
So, we get in the car and head out to do some work we need to do in planning for our move and low and behold our brakes in the car go out!
So we spent much of the morning in an auto body shop with all the kids FUN! NOT!
"Mom, I'm hungry!"
"Mom, where are we going to live"
"Mom, does grandma know yet?"
"Mom, what about Maggie can she move with us?"
"Mom, when are they going to be done?"
"Mom, can I have a dollar for the candy machine?"
Mom this mom that.
I seriously wanted to crawl in the fetal position and lay on that greasy smelly dirty floor and change my name!
I finally yelled, "Mommy is off duty, please leave a message and find the father figure of the household it's Saturday and his shift just started!" My children of course ignored my sarcasm and continued to bombard me with requests and questions. I didn't blame them. And I know it's all part of being a mommy, it's part of our calling, right?
After all I am like that with the Lord lately,
God, "why do we have to move?"
God, "why did this happen to us again?"
God, this and God that...
I am so thankful he doesn't get tired of hearing my requests. I can call on Him all the time and He never gets sick of me or wants to change his name:)
It's all making sense to me know and I know this was all part of God's plan.
God, "What's next?"