Gazumped!!

So there I was, enjoying the beautiful summer weather we don't get very often, preparing my nails to be painted a funky metallic blue for the weekend, when my mobile phone rings. I'm thinking no rush to answer to it they can leave a message. So I sit back and chill and continue to paint my nails funky blue. When I pick up the voicemail, it's from the estate agent that we put the offer in for the house. I call him back. 'This is part of the job that we hate', he says 'Someone has put a higher offer on the house. They've offered the asking price'. My heart sinks and my chest closes up, my head begins to go funny. But I try and be professional telling him that we're supposed to be exchanging contracts tomorrow! In my head I'm really screaming 'This can't be happening! This can't be happening!' I think back to Chris choosing carpets and blinds and curtains. Imagining myself in the house. The conversation I had with Dad (my father-in-law) yesterday about being gazumped! Yes, unlike delish, gazump is actually a word, it's a term for outbidding in the property market.

I cannot believe we've been gazumped!!! It's one of the downsides of buying a repossession property. Even though a property's had an offer on it; a) the property remains on the market and b) the offer is advertised, so it's public knowledge.

I felt like crying. But then I remembered that from the very beginning we gave this whole affair to God. We submitted it to His sovereign will. So, why should I worry. I cannot control this. All I can do is offer it back to God. So I will and I have. I prayed 'Lord you know that we see ourselves in this house. I know that this house came from you and I commit this situation to you.' Satan, ha! You're a defeated foe. My God reigns eternal and He loves me. I am in His will. He knows every hair on my head (even my new baby dreadlock 'Beanie' that's growing). So I'll let you know the outcome.

I am amazed that I haven't smudged my nails whilst typing this post!