Nelson’s dream of owning a home is about to come true, despite it having seemed impossible at the start. This turn of events is a mood-lifter as he continues to battle the pain of his lung cancer.
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August 21, 2022
My neck is still pretty bad day after day. Some of these problems or mini-sicknesses as I call them, are hard to pin down as far as cause. I just grind them out, and if they cure on their own, great. If not, we try antibiotics or other things until the next one.
Good news is: We are closer than ever to owning property. The house purchase seems like it might actually work. The loan looks like it will happen if I get a couple more things in order.
We looked at the house again, and it seems somewhat doable. It’s a bit of a beast, needs lots of work, but we might be able to enlist friends to help with the heavy lifting, so I don’t have to.
It’s hard to believe it might actually happen. It needs lots of work, which we can do a little at a time, in my thinking. We could move the guy out and us into his place a month later, then fix it up slowly as we occupy the place, like we did in Hawaii.
To be a homeowner would be a dream come true for me and a big step forward in our life as a family. It’s really in God’s hands, because without lots of help from him, there’s no way we could do it—from the money, to me being well enough to do some of the work, there are lots of variables that need to come in line to have it become a reality.
Nonetheless, it seems to be lining up to happen. Today, I will make an offer and see what the owner says.
I’m thankful for Annso and her non-grudge-holding personality. I’m thankful that she is the way she is, and that she moves right on and keeps living, instead of harboring a grudge against me for something stupid I said or did, which there are many of those.
I’m thankful for the way the house seems to be coming along and how you, Lord, seem to be doing the impossible for us. More than all we ask or imagine. Thank you for the little church you led us to attend this morning, for the potluck, and for the doc that invited me in the first place, and that Annso likes it, and how we are going to meet people there and start living like we live here. Thank you for that, Lord.
You truly do the unthinkable. How could we have even made up this story. Not that I want to have life-threatening cancer, but considering I was not asked, it might turn out pretty well in the long run, as long as I can get through this first part ok.
Going to the ICU with Sepsis and almost dying about a month ago makes it seem a little touch and go, but we are being taken care of by the best in the country, and I’m thankful for that, even though it was the hardest experience of my life.
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Thanks for keeping me alive, Lord. I guess until you say it’s time, it’s not time.
“We are more than conquerors through Him who loved us…” (Romans 8:37)