“The creek had risen” and my ears were ringing, as I read the email, saying the closing, that was to happen in a mere three days was off. I had worked for several weeks on the little cottage situated on a corner lot, where “the sidewalk ends”. That very day, I had proudly announced to Kyle and his friend, Bo, that I had put the last of the essentials in place. Now, I can “ice the cake”, I said happily. With my friend and landlord, very sick, I had spent some money and labored like there was no tomorrow, besides. The thought of losing the ONLY rental that I could barely afford AND take my pets . . the thought of moving everything back . . .was daunting. I called Jenny and she read the contract. This really is not allowed to happen, legally she announced. Tres was devastated and had his ire up, as well.
I was just stunned. The next morning, I called the realtor and with no answer, I called the realty team. Later, we learned that the realtor was quite ill, but the company made sure that I retained the rental and joined forces to sell the house . This was of great relief to me and satisfied my family. Two days later, I slept in the cozy little rabbitpatch cottage on Bonnet Street”.
I knew full well how the daylight fell on the place, but I had never been there past the twilight time, so I sat on the front porch and watched this new world. I saw when the sky blackened. I saw a few stars shining, unhindered by the streetlights. The neighborhood was very quiet and the folks start turning the houselights off just after dark, I noticed. It has been unseasonably warm and I felt so disoriented with all the changes, anyway, that I could have sworn it was an evening in June, instead of late October.
I stayed out for a long while, pondering the events as of lately. I did feel relieved that the realty company were so supportive , but I still wished that things hadn’t become so complicated for so many folks. I was sad for the ones that were sick and for their families. I was sorry for the wild scrambling the realtors were in the midst of. I certainly pondered the unfamiliarity of everything for me.
Was this little rabbitpatch a very temporary dwelling or could I expect to see spring arrive there? Truthfully, we never know the future for sure, but must so many things change so suddenly? My job had changed, my income reduced and now living in a small town, in the absence of field and wood. So many ways for thoughts to ramble! It didn’t help a bit that we are without internet-and me locked out of my diary, anyway.
The house was as silent as could be, which really made the night seem more somber. I did have a place to rest, after supper . . and loved ones to bless. These things consoled me and I chided myself for making such a big production over a few twist and turns. I knew that God did not see these past six months as chaos, but instead, as an orderly plan. I reminded myself, that true reliance on God, is not born from a sense of human power, but from recognizing our lack of power in many circumstances. I should be observing what transpires and gleaning from the experiences, what can serve me. . . .when “the creek does rise”.
I went in and read til I fell asleep.