Today I am grateful for endings and beginnings.
We closed on the old house. A young man named Robert bought it as his first home. I had not met him but the hubster had. He was rooting for this person to buy our house. The husbster told me that Robert listened to as the husband told our story, walked through the house at a non-peak time and still saw something that spoke to him.
Young Robert worked hard to secure financing and finally today, closed on what is now his house.
As I handed him the keys, it occurred to me that it was right and fitting that he should take over the house. We bought the house from a man named Robert, the hubster was always called Robert (not Bob which he goes by usually) by the neighbors. And now a third Robert shall reside in the house.
I think our prayers were answered and once again, God showed his sense of humor by sending another "Bob" into our lives.