Just over a year ago, at the end of April, I received a bill; that bill changed everything.
Only, it didn't start then.
A year earlier, in the summer of lockdown, I took a holiday in an Airbnb in Salisbury. The weekend was cold and wet so I mostly stayed in, devoured Netflix, and began to dwell and read through Isaiah. During that weekend God spoke to me through a verse and a walk, but it didn't start then.
I fail to remember whether it was during the first lockdown or Pre-C. I think perhaps it was before the Covid Era, but it matters not. What matters is that as I walked out along the roads of Oare, towards Hearty Ferry & onto Conyer, I whispered a thought, some would call it a prayer.
The rest they say, is history
This is the story of how I came to live in Oare (AWE)
IT WASN'T MEANT TO HAPPEN
The day I whispered my thought to God, I never would have dreamed it possible that I would actually one day live here in Oare. It was a pipe dream, pie in the sky, a fantasy. I saw no way out of where I was living, and this place just felt so picturesque, so out of reach. It was never meant to actually happen.
It never even crossed my mind when I began two, maybe more, years later to even look in this area. I wanted to move closer to town, I knew what I wanted and it wasn't this. Yet God remembered my soul cry.
INTERLUDE
Covid came, I worked from home ALOT, but finally, I was allowed out. I began (as the majority of the nation did) to go for walks. Bysingwood - Luddenham - Oare became my weekly circular, and then God highlighted a tree. Throughout 2021 I walked past this tree in Luddenham at least 12 times, taking a picture of it each month, to see it change.
LOST LOVE
In the interlude, I fell out of love with my home. My front room became my gym, cafe, office, filming studio, and so much more. It wasn't my sanctuary anymore. Yet I couldn't see a way out.
A LITTLE HELP FROM MY FRIENDS
A couple of friends suggested getting my house revalued, just to see. I had two valuations and was shocked. How could my home be worth this - it opened up some possibility of moving to somewhere with more than one room. I found a place I could afford, I drove past it a few times, and took the plunge. Perhaps there was a way out
I put my house on the market and took a friend to see this perfect new home for me. It was not perfect. I am so thankful, that I listened to my friend's wisdom, to let go of this one (I hadn't even got a buyer at that stage). Later on, I got a call, I had my first viewing appointment; the story had begun
Stay tuned for more of the story...
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