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  • Her words are so beautiful, they brought me to tears. I opened my email and found this correspondence today from the family that will purchase our home that went into foreclosure. What I prayed for didn't happen, what I longed for fell just outside my grasp. But I can see now the purpose, the plan of it all.

    "We call it the house with spirit.

    I knew when we walked in, the house had spirit. I felt it overwhelmingly as we walked through. We asked the agent for the story. She said there was none. But we knew. We felt the spirit of happy, joyful children and saw evidence of their little feet up and down the hallways. But just under the surface I felt something else. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. There was a shoe in the corner here, a hasty scribble on a piece of paper. I knew there was a story and I couldn't settle until I knew the story.

    Six weeks went by, and we'd almost given up hope on the house with spirit. We still drove by several times a week, looking for evidence of change. The warmer almost spring air is haunting the garden. It's begging for dirty hands and small seeds.

    Finally, we received word that the bank had completed it's business and we could decide if we wanted the house with spirit. We've been unable to buy anything else even though our old house has sold and we're soon to be forced out. I decided to try to research everything I could about the house with spirit. There were too many unanswered questions. And then I found you. And read your words. And learned so much about the house with spirit.

    We are buying the house with spirit.

    My family said not to contact you, but I just needed you to know. Know that we will fill it with love and only love. We will try not to let history repeat itself. Once again little feet will be heard up and down the hallways. And maybe my thumb will turn green if I try hard enough, and your sweet little garden will grow vegetables to feed my babies and provide flowers to cut for my table.

    I hope it brings you and your children peace and closure and not pain to know.

    (Please do not be scared that I have contacted you at work. It was the only email address I could find. I will not do so again without invitation. I just like the ending to the story in my own life and sense that perhaps you do as well.)


    And here was my response:

    "I read your email and cried tears of joy!!! I am truly, from the bottom of my heart, so thankful you contacted me! I am beyond overjoyed the house will go to someone who will love it, treasure it, and grow wonderful things there. What a perfect time of year to move. I hope you will, and I think you will, see beyond the ruin, the sadness, the scribbles of my children in the closets as they processed so much sadness in their own way, the left behind trash... the things that were too sad for me to take a minute more of my life to gather and keep.
    I hope your family will see and enjoy the beautiful things that will grow and know they are from people and places that loved my children and me very well. You will find toys in the creek and in the garden. Small, wonderful things will emerge this time of year. Things that would surprise even me.
    I know you will make it yours as you paint and plant. Know it was so much more than a home to me.
    Live in joy and peace.
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