The purchase of house number 2, really began with house number 1. Soon after I moved into my DC house, a house 2 doors down came on the market. I so wanted to buy that house! I just didn't have the capital or the know how. Yet the desire to acquire like real life Monopoly didn't leave me. Life happened, someone else bought the house, I got married, and then moved to another state! My husband and I separated, and I had to make a decision, move back to DC or stay with my new job.
I had believed that God had led me to the new job, but the pay without my husband wouldn't be enough to pay the bills. I received confirmation that I was to stay at the job, and made quite the list of required provision. One day I will write about that in another post. Just know that God came through in EVERY way. Anyway, as the time progressed, I was clear I was going to have to sell my DC house. As I pondered this, I was reminded that I never wanted a house in the first place. My reasoning? I didn't want a house to get in the way of me being free to do whatever God called me to. I pictured myself being called to the mission field and then being chained down because of a house with a white picket fence and a dog. Yes God but.... And here I was years later with a house, with a white, though worn fence, and a dog!
The house had to go. That was the plan. I set about putting it on the market so I could continue to do what God had called me to without great financial peril. The house sold in a few months. The end. House #2 was now on the table....

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