I was wrong. Our 6+month renters in Birmingham are officially leaving. The insurance company has built them a new house, and they're moving into it Oct 26. They've been month-to-month for a little while now, so I've known this was coming.
Somehow I'm still not handling this day as well as I expected to. Mentally--and from prior experience--I know it's going to be fine. Somehow. No...the how is because the Lord has gone before us and had a good plan.
Yet I still want to throw up right now. Please pray--really, please pray--for wisdom to know what to do (rent and/or sell) and that resolution will come quickly. But my heart is my real problem. Oh that I would trust God for real and have faith that brings peace beyond understanding. After all, it's only a house and only money. Stupid money. Stupid anxiety and fear.
Stupid shaking hands and dizzy head. I mean, really, come on. Really. I suppose it's good at least that my visceral reactions won't let me fool myself into thinking I don't need God's help to handle this.