Swooping in at the Last Minute

Since our wedding this summer, Vince and I have enjoyed a lot of togetherness time. A little too much, though. As we daily tripped over each other, got used to sharing a space, and tried to cram everything into our closet-sized rental home, discouragement set in and I began losing trust. We had bid on several homes and were outbid each time. We hardly talked of having kids (where would we keep them?), and we spent Sunday afternoons driving to potential homes, debating over which of the falling-apart rehabs we should buy.

God, I thought, you want us to have kids, right? You want us to stay in this area, don’t You? Why can’t we seem to buy a house?

Time was running out. The housing market rose, diminishing the number of houses in our price range. Our lease was ending with auto-renew looking likely. I knew I should trust God, but I dreaded another year in our rental.

But God knew what He was up to, and as He often does, He came through at the last possible moment.

Last Friday it happened!! God blessed us with the most incredibly, wonderfully, ridiculously ugly house…. With great potential. We are now the owners of a brick ranch on 5.5 acres of woods… Complete with orange shag carpet and avocado colored appliances. Yesssss!

God does miracles. He also has a sense of humor. Check out these pictures!!

Post your guesses in the comments, if you dare…  which of the following is the wallpaper picture? They are all carpet except for one… Then continue reading below to see the reason we actually bought this masterpiece 🙂

carpet 1 carpet 2 carpet 3 carpet 4

And the stove. Classic is the word.


And here it is….  the reason we bought this house. About 5.5 acres of……

oven 2  oven 3


True Story: Mushy Love


Jean married the love of her life at age 21. She would do anything for the amazing man with bright blue eyes. Even make him oatmeal. She hated the stuff herself, but she made it every morning, just like his mother always had. John ate every drop and then Jean cleaned the icky residue from the bowls while John left for his navy ship. Thus went the first year of their marriage, 1945.

Until one day, he didn’t eat the oatmeal.

“What about trying something new today?” John asked his wife.

She raised her eyebrows and said, “Such as?”

John scrunched up his nose. “Anything. Just not oatmeal.”

“You’re getting tired of oatmeal?” Jean could hardly believe it.

“Maybe that,” he said. “Or maybe I’ve never liked it.”

“Then why have you eaten it every day for the past year?”

“Because you made it for me every day for the past year. Besides, I thought you loved oatmeal!”

“I love it about as much as you do–not at all!”

That was the last morning Jean ever made him oatmeal.

Sixty seven years later they had a granddaughter who enjoyed this story as a newlywed herself, and she was full of pride for their remarkable love.

me and G and G

True Story: Love Banner from World War II

Betty Glunz wasn’t confident in her marriage. Did her soft-spoken husband really love her? Loud and vivacious, Betty didn’t know what to make of her new husband’s lack of exuberance for her.Their dating life had been very short-only a handful of meetings. Had she misjudged his affections for her?

Then the German troops invaded Poland and forced the Jewish residents into concentration camps. Betty was separated from her husband, and their short relationship hardly felt like a real marriage. In the camp, she soon had herself convinced that the marriage was a sham and she should go on with life as a single woman. He’d barely spoken of loving her. Had never even said the words.

Betty had the good fortune to be one of the Schindlerjuden, Jews who lived and worked in one of Schindler’s work camps. The residents of Emalia and Brunnlitz were largely protected from the crematoriums, the harsh conditions, and the Germans. But Betty still had an ache inside.

When food became scarce, the camp received a large shipment of food from one of the parent camps–the one that held Betty’s husband. When she realized they had food at his camp, something in her relaxed and a weight lifted, and she realized she cared about him so more than she wanted to admit. Before she had time to process this, she caught sight of one of the crates dropped from the train car. Painted on the side in big white letters were the words, “I LOVE BETTY GLUNZ.”

The best words ever from her not-so-silent husband, and they brought tears to her eyes.