I had always wanted to live in a particular section of Florida and spent about 2 years imagining what it would be like to live there.
After the financial devastation of my divorce, it took a while to gather my courage and confidence to even consider buying a home of my own. After kissing several frogs, I saw a house I could not even have imagined would be mine. The cost was about $30,000 more than I wanted to spend, but still within my range, until I began to encounter problem after problem!
My tax return was stolen, $7000, money I intended to use for my house and another $4500 was missed from an assistance program my banker forgot to apply for! I tell you, I was so disappointed I cried and cried, two years of looking, wasted! I live on a single income and had NO idea how I was going to recoup that lost money at the last minute when I could barely save what I did.
Or so I thought!
I knew this house was mine. I knew that what I intended for the house. A stable home for my family and daughter. So I prayed for calm and lit a little candle by the house, promising again to share my blessing when this house belonged to me. I imagined myself in every corner, in the garden, in the pool. It even had a turtle pit for my growing pet turtle! It was and is perfect.
After about a month of wondering what I would do as the closing approached, I received a phone call from my Realtor, out of the complete blue, that the abandoned house went into foreclosure under my contract, the price was slashed by – you guessed it – $30,000!
Needless to say, it’s now 3 years later and if I could kiss every rock, frog and tree on my land, I would.
I was so impressed with the whole process of belief, I framed the original house key with a saying underneath so I never forget: “Thoughts Become Things”.