Who in the world do you think you are to second-guess God? Do you for one moment suppose any of us knows enough to call God into question? Clay doesn’t talk back to the fingers that mold it, saying, “Why did you shape me like this?” Isn’t it obvious that a potter has a perfect right to shape one lump of clay into a vase for holding flowers and another into a pot for cooking beans?
It’s official. All the paperwork went through yesterday. Linnea gave us the key yesterday afternoon. We celebrated by enjoying some Ben & Jerry’s ice cream.
Tomorrow at 6:00 pm we take possession of our house, unless the sellers finish packing and leave early.
This is really quite a surreal feeling.
“In everything I did, I showed you that by this kind of hard work we must help the weak, remembering the words the Lord Jesus himself said: ‘It is more blessed to give than to receive.’ ”
I keep dreaming about the house, mortgages, and other related topics. I wake up feeling vaguely uneasy, although that unease quickly balloons into full-on anxiety. I’m excited at the prospect of having a real home to settle down in, but I’m daunted by the mortgage stuff, by the responsibility of owning a home, and by the breadth and depth of my ignorance about anything pertaining to home ownership (and not a day goes by in which my ignorance isn’t revealed to be even deeper and wider than I previously thought).
The good news — aside from the fact that we will, in fact, be able to pay for this home and that our neighborhood evaluation didn’t come up with something so terrible we backed out of the deal — is that Ian and I continue to get along very well throughout everything. He’s documenting details; I’m talking to strangers. It’s working pretty darn well.
Where, then, is boasting? It is excluded. On what principle? On that of observing the law? No, but on that of faith. For we maintain that a man is justified by faith apart from observing the law.
We just wrote a check for $8,000 and handed it over to our real estate agent. The current owners of the home accepted our offer with no changes. Now the clock starts ticking.
I’m really in shock that this is actually happening.
Then he said to them, “Give to Caesar what is Caesar’s, and to God what is God’s.”
Matthew 22:21 (context)
Today I got a letter from the Washington State Department of Licensing. It warned me that my driver’s license would expire this May 23rd, my 26th birthday.
The amazing, truly awesome thing about this is that I technically don’t have a Washington driver’s license. A quick search reveals I never blogged about the Great Massachusetts Driver’s License Fiasco, but the Cliff Notes summary is that our car insurance was revoked on May 9, 2009 because I still had a Washington state driver’s license. After I obtained a Massachusetts driver’s license, we got our car insurance back and were once again legal to drive in Massachusetts.
So you can imagine my delight when we got this letter, and realized that Massachusetts never informed Washington that I had changed states. The beauty of it is that you can renew online in Washington. All they require is your driver’s license number — which they kindly provide preprinted on a mail-in form — and the last 5 digits of your Social Security number, plus of course a $25 renewal fee. Because we’re living with my parents, even the address remains the same as before. As soon as I got the letter, I went online and renewed my driver’s license. Now I have a temporary Washington State driver’s license valid for 45 days, and I should receive my new license in the mail within a month.
That means that, until my Massachusetts license expires or somebody in the government figures it out (guess which will happen first?), I will have valid, real driver’s licenses from two different states.
This is so crazy.
Also, we spent 2.5 hours tonight driving around looking at more houses. Ian’s rooting for this single-family home; I’m rooting for this residential townhome. I foresee tough conversations in the future.