unfortunately, there are some big things that need to be done. Things like septic replacement and/or repair, and water/moisture damage that needs to be repaired.
This is where things start to get tricky. Where I start to wonder whether this house is the one.
It’s been an interesting day as Fabio and I have tried to discuss how we might know what God is trying to show us. This is nothing new for us. It seems God has always communicated to each of us in different ways. Fabio has a relationship with the Lord in which he hears God in just about an audible way. I, on the other hand, rely on prayer and more tangible signs, which Fabio is calling circumstances. Either way, we’re not exactly on the same page, but we both know that God speaks in many ways
Now, even way before there was a new job, or a new possibility of a house, I wanted us to have our own house. That has been a dream for some 3+ years, and the more we looked into it, the more we realized that this would most likely not happen in New York City. I even gave up asking or talking about it for a time. But more importantly, notice I said I wanted a house. Fabio has never cared much about whether we lived in a mansion or in a shack. In New York City or somewhere in China. He has always been about pleasing God and pleasing me.
If after today I told him I wanted to forget all about this house, he would stop this pursuit, and try and find what it is that I did want, and go Hi and Low to bring me happiness. That’s my husband. He loves me to the ends of the earth and then some, and I am so blessed to have him!
In the midst of all this house hunting, I’ve been attempting to hold my emotions back, and enjoy the process, learn a lot, and trust God. As a matter of fact, it has made me pray that much more frequently, in asking for God for help. So much so, that it has been the reason why I’ve held back. I want to know that if God was saying no, I’d be willing to let this house go.
Today, as we got bad news about the septic needing to be heavily repaired or replaced, our realtor asked me whether I was very disappointed. My response was a very honest “no.” I told her that I want to see what the seller is wiling to fix before I give up. I also know that if the seller doesn’t want to do anything, than this is most likely not the house for us.
I think Fabio is surprised at my ability to detach. I’m surprised as well. I usually wear my heart on my sleeve. I just know that as great as I think this house is, if the deal falls thru, I know God has something greater, even if it’s hard to imagine. That brings me great joy and peace because I serve a Great Father, who wants to give me bread, and not a stone.
Stay tuned to find out what will happen after we present the seller with a big list of fixes. And please keep on praying for us that we’ll know when to push on, and when to bow out.
How do you hear God’s voice?


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I’ll be praying for you guys. That is definitely a tough call. Even if the septic tank does get fixed, you should make sure you even want a septic tank at all.
Generally speaking I think i hear god by peace, which can be called an emotion. i also look at other believers and try to decipher whether they are comfortable with the decision or not. they usually don’t tell you, so you just kind of have to figure it out.
here’s the four things that really should fall into place: god’s word, god’s people, god’s peace and circumstances (not sure how that fits in, but it does
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Michelle,
Peace. Lovely… so well put.
I have a great belief in the fact that god/fate/the universe is all working out as it should be, lending credence to all the trite sayings that resonate with me:
things happen for a reason
it is what it is
the universe is conspiring to do you good
glaucia, if you and fabio are meant to be in this house, circumstances will arrange themselves so that you get into it. and if not, it means that you were meant to be someplace else and 1 year, 5 years, 10 years down the road, you’ll understand why things worked out exactly as they did. we do our best, and let it fly…and trust that the result is what’s meant to be for us.
Whoever thought I’d be waxing philosophical over a septic tank?
Keep your chin up!