My cell phone dings indicating another text message. I ignore it, trying to honor my commitment not to act like a Pavlov’s Dog at any sound it makes. “Another showing at 4 pm,” Rich shouts from another room. I sigh as a warm feeling rises from my chest, hoping, wanting this to be the family that would next call our house their home.
I shall remember this when we get round to selling our house. My dad’s a carpenter. I don’t plan on burying him in our garden (!!) but perhaps he’ll be a helpful good luck charm to have around!
So fun. St. Joseph didn’t help us much (4.5 years on the market with no bids) but we were able to help with financing for our buyers. Now they love the place and we got to move. It all works out in the end! ❤️❤️
Oh St Joseph! Never lose Faith, it will no let you down.
St. Joe always comes through!
I shall remember this when we get round to selling our house. My dad’s a carpenter. I don’t plan on burying him in our garden (!!) but perhaps he’ll be a helpful good luck charm to have around!
I always enjoy the stories of how St. Joseph helped out.
So fun. St. Joseph didn’t help us much (4.5 years on the market with no bids) but we were able to help with financing for our buyers. Now they love the place and we got to move. It all works out in the end! ❤️❤️