FSBO

We're selling our house... or more appropriately, we've put a sign in our yard, put an ad in the paper and are waiting by the phone for a call. Potential buyers will see our ad or our sign and call for an appointment to see our home. When an appointment is made, we rush around like crazy people stuffing any evidence of human occupation into cabinets and closets and under beds so that whoever comes to look at our house will see an empty canvas, upon which they can paint their own story.

This turns out to be very personal for us, the owners of the home. We have loved this home for 8 1/2 years. We don't lay our cheeks against the brick or the sheetrock and coo... but this house has been the base of operations for the most significant period of change in our young lives. The divine Mrs. L and I moved in when our first son was four months old. Since then we've added another son, a dog and a cat. We've entertained friends here. We've hosted family here. We've had birthday parties for the boys here. We've fought and yelled, we've cried and pouted, we've loved and laughed here. We're not overly romanticizing the role of the brick and mortar in these lives but it's a place of familiarity. Our boys don't remember anything else. Soon, God willing, they will have a new house.

I hope that the new house is infused with the character of our family. I hope that some of the sad moments that we experienced in the old house are left behind. I hope that the new place is a place of joy and laughter and happiness and togetherness for my family. I hope that it will be as dear to us, as a place of safety and comfort as the house we're selling.

God bless us with your peace. God bless us with a quick sale and painless closing. God bless us with the assurance that we are ourselves, regardless of where we sleep and eat. God bless us with roots that are deeper than concrete foundations and brick walls.