What are the Chances?

We are happy to say that our house has sold, and we will be moving to Indiana in July!  It was quite the process, getting our house ready to sell, showing it two to three times a week, and finally getting a sale!

The new owners of our house live in Kalamazoo, but we were shocked to find out that the husband is from Carroll, Iowa.  That’s just 25 minutes from my hometown.  He and I were both actually born in the same hospital, and his grandparents are from my tiny hometown of Wall Lake, Iowa.  His grandmother, Carrie Cruchelow (Schlorholtz), went to school with my dad.  It took a small world and a great big God to orchestrate that one!  Wall Lake is about 600 miles from Kalamazoo.  What are the chances?  The new owners are a young couple, who are in the process of adopting children, and wanted to raise their family in our house.  That makes me happy!

Meanwhile, in Indiana, Larry discovers that one of his coworkers is quitting his job and moving to Dallas, Texas where he got a new job.  He commented to Larry, “Tomorrow you are going to sell your house, and then you are going to buy mine!”  And that is exactly what happened.  What are the chances?  The very next day we got the offer on our house, and four days later we drove down to Avilla, Indiana, looked at their house, and wrote an offer for it!

The house has everything that we wanted and then some….Earlier this spring, I was bemoaning to Larry that THIS was the year I was finally going to put in a vegetable garden.  However, since we were moving, it was not going to happen, and by the time we got down to Indiana, it would be too late to plant.  Would you believe that the couple we are buying from decided for the first time to put in two raised vegetable gardens and plant them even though they knew they were moving?  It reminds me of the promise in the Bible that God gave the Israelites, “You will eat from vineyards and olive trees you did not plant.”  God is so good!  Help us, God, to never forget to give you thanks and praise for all good things and to share them with others.  Amen!

And to top it off, our neighbors across the street from our new house have the last name of MUELLER!  What are the chances?  EEC810AB-716A-4CBF-B089-A62867DE9D80

The Proposal

945018_657320259553_1404889580_n  On an evening in May, Aaron took Adrienne out for dinner and brought her back to our house just at dusk, supposedly to watch a movie. Instead, he walked her down a lighted path to the backyard where a few friends and I had “set the stage” earlier in the day. Underneath our Japanese maple tree bedecked in pink blossoms, awaited a pair of wicker chairs, plump pillows, a hanging basket of flowers, and small table surrounded by lanterns. Dangling from the tree branches glowed Japanese lanterns and an outdoor chandelier sparkling in the sunset. As they sat down, Erika was bewildered as Aaron brought out a large bag filled with five small gifts…each one representing a significant moment in their courtship. One by one she opened the gifts, making exclamations of delight. Then Aaron stood up and walked a few steps away from the chairs and invited Adrienne to join him. Only at that point did she realize what was coming and cried out, “Oh, is this it? Is this it?” Bending on one knee, he pulled out a tiny box…and the words she longed to hear ensued, “Adrienne Sager, will you marry me?” The air hung still in silence, and then a long embrace transformed into a dance.

Unbeknownst to Adrienne, inside the dark house, lined up along all the windows on the north side, were her parents, brother, friends, and Aaron’s family quietly, breathlessly, watching the scene unfold. As Aaron took her hand, he led her up the candlelit steps to the upstairs deck and flung open the sliding door….lights flooded the kitchen and shouts of “Congratulations!” filled the air. Later, toasts were lifted, and good wishes and prayers given to the newly engaged couple.

Congratulations to my son, Aaron, and his gorgeous fiance, Adrienne!