Loss, Perseverance, Housing

United States of America

I lived in Savannah, GA, 40 years ago, and loved it. My daughter was born there at 24 weeks old, and we lost her twin brother. She is a miracle and shouldn’t have survived (she was 1 lbs. 7 oz. at birth). She is a miracle in and of herself.

We’ve always wanted to come back, but my husband and I have both been self-employed, and it’s never easy to restart a business in a new place. Even though I’m from the north east, it’s frankly never felt like home. Over the last few years, with the changing political climate and a loss of moral compass, it felt less and less like home. Well, on a trip to the Outer Banks in May 2020, I suddenly realized that we probably had the chance if I acted fast to make a move back to Savannah. As a result of Covid a lot of my work had become remote. It was now legal for me to treat my patients on Zoom from anywhere. We put our house on the market that summer and, after a few twists and turns, sold it for quite a bit more than we paid. We knew that if we waited at all to take action, market conditions might change for the worst and they did. This was God speaking to us I know.

We came to Savannah to buy here and homes were selling right out from under us. We weren’t really considering Rincon at all as we wanted it to be somewhere in Savannah proper but anytime we made an offer on something it sold out from under us.

My husband and I were having dinner at a downtown restaurant. A text came in from our broker with a photo of a house in Rincon. We looked at it and immediately knew it was home even before seeing it. Our offer was immediately accepted. The move itself presented many challenges. But we are exactly where God wanted us to be. We love the neighborhood and the wonderful folks. We met and our next-door neighbors introduced us to Compassion. We love it and feel so blessed most importantly, my husband due to his unfortunate exposure to church as a child hadn’t been to church in about 50 years. Now he’s is the first one out the door for church and we both love it. We know it’s all God’s hand.

Miracle House Story

United States of America

Miracle House Story

After searching for 10 months for a home, God made the impossible possible. The housing market was treacherous. There was limited availability, the prices were extremely high, and they were sold quickly. I put an offer on a house I loved with a higher offering price, but it fell through because another bidder outbid me. My sister-in-law told me about a house that was vacant near them. I reached out to the owners, but they weren’t ready to sell.

A few months later, another house on the same street that the first house I put an offer on came available. I didn’t like it as much, but I liked the area and the house had potential, so I put an offer on the house. Unfortunately, someone else got the house because they could close sooner than I could. I was so discouraged because I had to live with a few different families because I didn’t have a place to call home. I dreamed of living near my nephews and raising my kids with them. I don’t have children yet, but that’s another prayer of mine.

I reached back out to the family who had the vacant house near my brother because I still had hope. My realtor felt it may be a waste of time, but I didn’t want to give up on my dream of living near my nephews. After reaching back out to them, which was about nine months since I talked to them, they finally were open to sell “as is”. I didn’t think that I could afford the home because of its being in a beautiful neighborhood and the price range. Thankfully, after a couple of weeks, I was able to go see the home. I gave them an offer without it being put on the market, which would have definitely increased the price, and they accepted it.

I was so thankful, and I was able to see God’s hand in the whole process. Through all the doubt, pain, tears, and fears…God showed his hand in this and blessed me measurably more than I ever dreamed. Thank You, Lord!!

Steph