Ours is an interesting story.
My husband and I were dating and had been together for almost two years. He had tried to apply for a loan when I was away for military training but was told to clean up a couple of things on his credit.
He spent that year cleaning up his credit and got to the point where he was good to apply again.
By this point I had discovered I was pregnant, we got engaged and started planning for a baby and a wedding. On a whim…he went through USAA to apply for a housing loan. We were accepted and started preparing to house hunt and make the biggest purchase of our lives on top of everything else.
We also started RCIA at the same time.
Every Saturday for 3 months we devoted time to house hunting. Every Sunday was Church in the morning, immediately head to RCIA, lunch and then looking at at least one other house.
We had specifics…but I like to call them practical specifics. We wanted a fenced-in back yard, we wanted a fire place, we wanted a Cape style house, we wanted gas heat and preferably two floors…and I wanted a dish washer (I had never had a dishwasher in my entire life and I told my husband this was an absolute non-negotiable and him telling me he’d buy me one if the house didn’t have one wasn’t good enough…my dad told my mom the same thing and it never happened). All within our price range and located in a certain section of town.
We started making compromises because we could never find absolutely everything we wanted.
By the end of the 2nd month I was totally exhausted…nearing 8 months in my pregnancy and I was still working and going to school. I didn’t want to house hunt anymore.
Our realtor wasn’t that fantastic…she was the wife of one of my husband work buddies and she was new to the realtor business. She wasn’t finding us much…it was turning into my husband hunting for new listings while at work…printing out the good ones he liked and asking the realtor to show us the house.
Then my husband found the perfect house…it had everything we wanted and was exactly at our price limit and was exactly the location we were looking for.
The home owners took our offer right away and we started applying for the loan. I was due in a couple more weeks and trying to put a wedding together and studying for finals.
Then we got the news we were dreading…my husband was being hinted at work that he might be laid off. He is also in the military and was working continuos orders for 5 years straight. He wasn’t told he was going to get another set of orders…his boss was stringing him along and wasn’t giving him a straight answer.
If he didn’t get orders then the bank would have seen that and we wouldn’t have gotten the loan.
Miraculously, he got orders for another 6 months only a day before the application was due. Other little things were popping up too…the closing costs were supposed to be covered in the loan…then our realtor told us we’d have to pay them…which meant we had to scramble money out of our retirement and savings. Then that changed back.
Then there was a problem with the lead in our house…that was resolved too.
The application was accepted…the house passed inspection and we were ready to close. I had given birth to a little girl and we were both accepted into the Church about a week later. Our baby girl was a month old when my husband handed me the keys to our new house.
He wanted to hang a banner at our wedding reception that said “mission accomplished” but we didn’t.
Our wedding was one of the best days of my life because everything seemed to have worked itself out.
God truly wanted us to be where we were and there were times over those past months where there was no other way we were making it through without the direct help of the Holy Spirit.
A week later we moved into our new home and it’s been a year since this happened. Hubby and I will be celebrating our one year anniversary in two weeks!