It takes nine months to birth a baby. Nine months, a lot of frustration and discomfort, too many emotional ups and downs, far more waiting than we’d prefer, and a lastly, a good birth attendant. This is not unlike our nine-month-long search for Home last year.
The two photos above were taken on Closing Day, the day we signed on the (many) dotted lines and became homeowners for the first time. We love this house. Love it. After four months, I still wake up most mornings and think to myself, “How did I end up with the coolest house?!” Many evenings I think some iteration of the same.
We knew this house was a good fit for our family when we moved in; we just didn’t know how good of a fit it would be. There’s something special for all six of us at this house. The kids have an in-ground trampoline and a basketball court. There’s a campfire pit, a bunch of trees, and plenty of outdoor space to read and relax. And it’s all enclosed in a privacy fence so that I never worry about the kids while they’re playing outside.
There’s enough room for all four kids to study quietly and privately. I have my own office – something I never thought I’d have. Jonathan set up his office in a detached building that has heating and cooling, which means he’ll be able to meet with people in person while also preserving their privacy. We have a space for exercise. And I can’t believe it’s ours. Often as I’m making dinner, I think to myself, “This is my kitchen! I don’t have to leave here and start cooking somewhere else.”
I didn’t expect to feel so settled after moving into a house of our own. After living as a global nomad for so long, I wrongly assumed that permanent dwelling places were superficial, unnecessary things. I didn’t know a long-term home could make such a difference in how I feel. I know I promised earlier that I’d tell the story of how we got this incredible house, so here’s the long version. . . .
Nine months passed from the time we landed in the U.S. to the time we moved into this house. And it was somewhat like a surprise pregnancy: when we first arrived, we didn’t know we would be staying. We lived a few ignorant weeks between conception and that positive pregnancy test. Then the realization hit, and as I’ve explained before, I woke up miserable every morning. Perhaps it was repatriation’s version of morning sickness.
But then we had to get to work figuring out what to do and where to go. We made many plans; most of them fell through. We thought we would live in one city but instead landed in another. We were grateful to be given temporary housing on a college campus. Shortly after moving in, we contacted a local realtor.
Jonathan told her how he dreamed of land. After living in a concrete jungle for eight years, he wanted his kids to experience some of what he had experienced growing up in rural Missouri. (His Kansas City suburb truly had a rural feel at that time.) I didn’t care about land, but I did care about his happiness, so we started out by looking for land.
There weren’t a lot of houses with land in our price range, but we found something we thought might work. The house was super cute and had some really great land. It was older and needed a few repairs, and honestly it was too small for us, but we were confident we could restore the house’s former beauty and somehow adjust to its small size. Looking back, I see that it really was too small for our large family, but we were somewhat in denial because of our desire for open spaces.
Then we received the septic system inspection, which basically indicated a system in need of total replacement — an upgrade we could not afford. I’m thankful now that the first house didn’t work out, but at the time it was pretty disappointing.
Next, we looked for smaller lots. There still wasn’t much to be found, but we saw four or five houses on Zillow that might work. By the time our realtor called to arrange tours, all but one already had contracts on them. That’s how fast the housing market was moving last fall, even in the small town of Joplin.
We walked into the one available house and fell in love. It had enough room for all of us to work and study, it was a split level just like I’d always dreamed of, and it had both a covered porch and an expansive deck for entertaining. It had a spacious yard with older trees. The color of paint on the walls even fit our family’s style.
We made an offer based on our realtor’s estimation of its value. The owners would not lower the price, but they were still willing to sell it to us for the original listing price. Seeing as how there weren’t many houses on the market — and none at all that fit our large family — we decided to accept their terms. We’d read that throughout the country, home prices had soared during the pandemic, so we figured we had no choice. We needed a house by the end of December, we adored this one, and though it was priced higher than we preferred, it was still in our price range.
The inspection went well, and we were excited. Then the appraisal came in, and it wasn’t good news. This house didn’t appraise anywhere near its listing price. (Apparently our realtor knew what she was talking about – the house independently appraised right at her prediction.) This new information suddenly made the financing untenable. With the requirement of a greater down payment and/or PMI, this fantastic house wasn’t in our price range anymore.
We tried to re-negotiate, but negotiations fell through. I was heartbroken. I had been in love with this house. (I had not been in love with the first house.) What were we going to tell our children?? They had been through so much loss already last year. And more importantly, how were we going to find a house in time? We only had a couple weeks to secure a contract if we were going to have a place to live when we had to move out of our temporary housing (which was a hard deadline).
Time was running out, and I was nervous. There were a few houses on the market that could fit our family; our realtor hastily set up a couple tours. Jonathan was out of town, so I had to go alone. It felt strange because we always do big things together — but time dictated otherwise. The first house didn’t look like it would work for us, but the second house did. It had enough inside space to homeschool, the yard was big, and there was a separate building where Jonathan could work.
And two other potential buyers had looked at it that day.
I sent Jonathan photos and a description, and he replied, “Let’s go for it.” He hadn’t even seen it in person, but we knew we had to move fast. Our realtor advocated for us, and these owners worked with us on both pricing and repairs. They were all a true delight to work with. We were excited but still nervous – would anything interrupt the buying process on our third attempt?
But nothing did. It proceeded smoothly, and in December we moved into a house we knew we would love. We’ve grown to love it even more now than we did then. And I now understand why my husband wanted land — having a large yard has been such a joy for all six of us.
I remember when I was giving birth to my babies, I had certain feelings for my birth attendants. I felt like they had truly made the birth experience special. I felt like they had tried to honor my birth plan to the best of their ability. It’s not that birth isn’t painful – it is. But a good birth attendant will make it as comfortable and safe as he or she possibly can. And when the birth is over, you feel a sense of indebtedness to them.
I don’t know if birth attendants feel a special connection to you – they deliver so many babies after all. But I know a birthing parent feels a special connection to their attendant. And it’s the same way with a realtor. Helping people buy and sell houses is their day job – they do it all the time. But a family doesn’t buy a house just every day. It’s a momentous occasion. You remember the person who helped you through it. Both giving birth and buying a house are things you do only a finite number of times in life. If your helpers were good, you remember them with fondness.
So nine months after accidentally leaving Cambodia forever, we settled into a house that seems like it was built just for us and our family’s needs — and hopes and dreams. For we dream of this home becoming a launching pad for ministry. That’s already true in the sense that Jonathan does his ministry from this place, but in the coming years we also hope to host lots of people in our home and in our yard.
Maybe even you.
16 thoughts on “Of House and Home”
Elizabeth! I’m so glad you love your house, that everyone has something about it they love! And what a perfect analogy! God’s blessings!
Thanks for sharing in our excitement, Kim! ~Elizabeth
Incredible hand of God on your house finding. We owned a home before we went into mission, one I would have lived in for the rest of my life if I had my way. But I was learning God’s way has more joy then any one house can bring. We sold it, went into over seas missions, served in two countries, lived in countless houses. Learned to make any house a home. As Member Care reps stateside and in our 60’s when we first came home we had decided to not buy another house. We rented up to May of last year. There is a lot of freedom for older ones to rent, no cost of up keep for a house, freed up our money to travel and do our Member Care ministry. We are now 74 and age is having a way with our health that will sooner then we want we might need a care giver. So we moved to northern Mn. where our daughter and family live. they borrow money to fix an old cabin up for us. It’s our forever home here on earth. But you all are not in your winter season so a house for you and your still at home family is a wonderful thing. Loving your house will make it a home, a place to retreat to, a place to make great memories that are more permanent. So happy for you all and encouraged at what God is doing in your lives.
Thank you for sharing in our excitement with us! It makes sense not to buy something new when you’re still wanting to travel the world for member care! I’m glad you have a good, stable place to live now and that you’re near family. ~Elizabeth
I am amazed at how many circumstances we have in common. That confirms the Bibles words that there is nothing new under the sun. He was as in control of your circumstance as he was those in days of old. You are both an inspiration. Keep up the good work.
On Mon., Apr. 26, 2021, 8:37 p.m. The Trotter Family, wrote:
> trotters41 posted: ” by Elizabeth It takes nine months to birth a baby. > Nine months, a lot of frustration and discomfort, too many emotional ups > and downs, far more waiting than we’d prefer, and a lastly, a good birth > attendant. This is not unlike our nine-month-long ” >
Thanks, Stephanie. It can be kind of crazy sometimes to realize how much we share in common with other people! Thanks for taking the time to read and respond. ~Elizabeth
I am so happy for you! It has surprised me to see that for myself, throughout 20 years of life overseas, the most ongoing, constant struggle has been housing. Your joy in getting your own place makes me happy.
Thank you so much, Phyllis. I’m glad my story made you happy 🙂
I also understand the stress of what you’re talking about. Visas and housing — two major, major stressors in living abroad!
Yes, but somehow I expected visas to be hard. I didn’t realise that housing would be The Challenge.
Yeah, expectations can really change our experiences of things!
This conversation makes me wonder if housing is something we need to remember to discuss with the next generation of global workers . . .
I’m so glad for this God- given grace.
Thanks for sharing in our joy — we’re so thankful. ~Elizabeth
I have enjoyed getting to know you and Jonathan through your writings and posts and look forward to meeting you this summer, Lord willing. I’ve never been in that house (though my daughter babysit for the previous lovely family many times) but I have been in that wonderful yard! I’m so glad God provided for you in this wonderful way.
Thanks Angie! I’ve enjoyed getting to know your daughter and your mother, and I look forward to meeting you too! May your travels be safe. ~Elizabeth
Awesome News! God Bless Your New Home!!!
Love, The Pendletons
Give your kids a hug from us. We are happy here in Texas near our Kelly & Matt and our Grandkids, Audrey(2) & Grayson(3)!
Love to y’All…
Thank you Miss Marcia! We miss you too and were so glad to be able to have you at Faith’s birthday party before you moved to Texas! I’m so glad you’re having fun being near the grandbabies. Love, Elizabeth