Our house is on the market and ....well, according my realtor, people will more likely want to buy my house if my fridge looks neckid (Emma's words). I find this practice bizarre but I go with the flow and remove all the "life" from my icebox.
I always thought it was about the square footage and the curb appeal?
My life is topsy-turvy right now and if Samuel makes it through this endeavor we will be shoutin' about God's grace the whole time. Cause that is all that is keeping his skin attached to his bottom right now.
Help him Jesus. Keep him safe.
Help me Jesus. Keep me sane.
We must sell our home in order for all my dreams to come true and for chickens to grace my backyard. Lord, we need patience to rain down here.
Patience and a potential buyer with no contingencies who loves a red dining room.