Happy Sabbath
The answer is House of course.
I am blessed
and have had a good week. I
received a text from my real estate agent asking me to call him on
Thursday. He told me that the
listing agent was being given permission by HUD to allow me to move forward
with the town ship resale inspection.
I contacted my loan officer right after to ask for him to help to get
things rolling again for a mortgage.
My previous application was closed out because the seller took too long
so I had to reapply. I filled out
the mortgage loan application online and was sent e-documents to sign again on
Friday, but I didn’t get any more word from the agent or listing guy on Friday
like I expected. I am being given
up until June 6th to close on the house, which means I need to get
the inspection, get the info back from the inspector on what will fail (and I
already have a good idea of what will be marked) and the cost of fixing those
items the inspector marks off will be factored into the agreement I have with
the bank. I expect to get things
done for under an additional 5k and once I make repairs, I will be permitted to
move into the house. If I don’t
close before June 6th, I will have to pay for every day that it is
left open. I don’t think it’s fair
because they wasted a whole month of my time. I was supposed to close by May 4th by the way.
I will take a leap of faith and see where this goes. I’ve come this far, I can’t turn back
now.
I received the first text from my real estate agent letting
me know we were going to start making progress on Tuesday and when I received
that text I was at work during a meeting.
I was supposed to be seeing one of my clients for a monthly welfare
visit and when I entered the building, he was not there. I was met by a man who I assumed was
his staff and after pretty much marching on in there and making my demands, I
learned that this person was the new program manager for my client’s home. I was then disappointed to hear that he
would not be back for about an hour so my options were to either sit in my car
with no working AC (third time it’s gone out, system needs to be recharged) or
stay at the site and discuss my client’s needs and changes with the program
manager.
I was talking about the client but pretty soon, he was
working hard to turn the conversation around about me. He also became very flirtatious and
suggested we go out on a date several times. It’s been years since I’ve had any encounter with someone
trying to test me. The field I’m
in and my routine keeps me pretty isolated from incidents like this and I
thought I would be safe from thirsty males who don’t know what to do with
themselves.
There is a reason I am mentioning this encounter.
I have been single and happily so for over 5 years and plan
to stay by myself. I don’t want
someone coming in making promises and messing up my life like what happened
before. But I did on several
occasions think to myself if I were given the perfect relationship, the perfect
someone, what their attributes would be and thought about what God would have
for me. I said to God that if I
were to even bother with someone, they would have to be this and this and so
so.
I said they would have to be at least 6’ tall, should be
within my age range (slightly older), be African, perhaps have 1 no more than 2
children (knowing how to be a good parent), have a good job, be able to sing,
speak a foreign language. And out
of all these things, I said their first name has to be James.
I always liked that name. I’ve known different people named
James, but never a black/dark skinned person in my peer group with this
name. James is a common name and
has been around for decades. James
is a biblical name. When I was in
denial of my relationship with my son’s father, I used the name James as a fake
name to throw people off track of what was really happening with me when my son
was first born. James is a name I
stuck with and so going back to the thoughts of the perfect man, the husband
God would bless me with, his name would be James.
But in all things, God gives us the freedom of choice. I also said to myself that I would not
even pursue someone even if they matched up with all these things.
This guy I met at work matched a lot of what I said in my
heart to God some weeks ago, but it’s not a perfect match. He’s not Adventist. He’s Methodist. I started out at a Methodist church by
the way but my perfect match should believe the same as I do.
What shocked me the most out of the entire encounter was how
forward he was. Usually
professionals I meet and even non-professionals have a few interactions with
someone before they start asking about going out or in this guys case, taking
me back to Africa to meet his sisters because they would love me. He has a 10 year and 7 year old child
(I forgot which is the son or daughter).
They live in his home country and he is planning on bringing them over
here. I didn’t ask him about the
mother of his children and he didn’t mention her. I mean, why would I ask you and I just met you as a new
member of my client’s team?
I looked like crap that day. My son accidentally scratched
the top of my lip and caused a white head to pop up in the center of my cupids
bow and it looked like a booger that I could not wipe away. I tried to cover it with a little
foundation but of course that didn’t work. I was dressed to be comfortable, not my best self and yet
this guy was interested in me.
So at this time, I just think he is out here to be a
distraction. My focus is on
getting a house, creating a stable loving environment for my son, and living my
best life for God and myself. I
don’t need distractions. If there
is someone out here for me that God thinks would help me to stay on track with
Him and would be the perfect father to my son, I’m going to need to see a lot
more proof than the current list.
As I said, almost all boxes on that list were checked. He has two bachelor degrees and I
believe he said a masters in finance/economics. He is going to an ivy league school now to get a second
masters in the psychology/mental health field. He has a business running back home and has a lot going for
himself. He speaks three languages
( two African) fluently and even sang the French national anthem to me. He is very good looking and has all
these accomplishments so that makes me question why he is single to begin
with. I also don’t know why I was
so interesting to him. I’m a plain
Jane (not the A$ap Ferg type). Only God knows. I have to stop with the trap music, God has a lot of work to
do on me.
I am renting a uhaul tomorrow and will be moving my
belongings out of my apartment to storage with the help of my little sister so
that will be interesting. I thank
God for my little sister. We’ve
had several rough patches together and this year, we are doing better. My older sister declined to help claiming
she has constant heart palpitations when she climbs stairs or lifts anything
heavy so please pray for her.
My thoughts are to focus on the house and getting my clients places where they are happy
living. I had a near victory that
was crushed on Friday by a situation that I cannot discuss. I hope to see some things work out for
them next week.
God is good. I
thank Him for helping me to know my worth and to make better decisions for
myself and my family. There is
more in store and I look forward to seeing what will happen next week.
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