Always listen to the gut instinct

Bill and I have been pondering moving over the last couple of years. Every time we find a house that one or the other really likes, it seems that the other one - well, just doesn't.

Except for one. We found a house that would have been perfect for our family this summer. It had 4 large bedrooms upstairs - 2 which could be used for the kids, one a playroom and the last one a school room. It had a huge master suite, a family room, living room, dining room -- all we could want. It had a paved basketball court with enough paved parking for all 3 vehicles, the boat and the camper. It even had a huge tree our front with a tire swing. The back yard was fenced. It had a flagstone patio, a fire pit and a nice flat yard. The price was amazing. It had easy access to the by-pass so Bill could actually be at work faster. It was within a mile of 3 other homeschooling families that the kids could play with.

We went through this house about 5 times - planning and plotting. But when it came time to make the offer - Bill balked. He had no reason that he could put his finger on. He just kept saying his gut was telling him to not buy the house. That's it. He would just shake his head and say he didn't know why - but we were not supposed to get the house.

So much to the realtor's dismay and despair, we told him we were not going to be making an offer. And although I was disappointed, I respect Bill's decisions about things of this nature and never once said a thing about it.

I drove by the house today.....or what was left of it.

The part that is missing - besides the entire roof, front porch, garage and wonderful old trees -- - that would be the bedrooms where the children would have been sleeping when the tornado came through.

So - always listen to your gut. It just might be God trying to tell you something important.