White Cloud

Several months ago we pulled a right off of Tramway and headed East, closer to the foothills we so adore, just to see what was there. We saw some signs for an open house. Shrugged. Looked at each other. What the heck?

So we went in to the house shown above. Maybe sometime we'll describe the interior, but suffice to say, we loved it. But we didn't think it was possible.

So we started praying about it. And drove by it every once in a while. And talked about what it would be like to have a fireplace. And we kept praying. We weren't sure if now was the right time--we are after all, trying to help husband write a dissertation around here. But White Cloud--that's the name of the street, kept pressing in the back of our minds.

A lot has been happening lately. Prices have gone down. God has opened doors. We have encouragement and support from our family. We've been signing a lot of papers and minding our yard a little more than usual.

Today is a big day: husband is going to the inspection. If anything rears its ugly head, we'll be up a creek. Please pray with us.