No. Not Today.

I am reminded of the story of how for lack of a nail the war was lost. We are one survey short. Found out Friday. I talked with them two and a half weeks ago and was under the erroneous understanding that they were sending a team out imminently.

Friday my lender called to say we did not have it, that we had to have it to close, and that he called and was told due to rain they were one to two weeks behind. That it had to be done Monday or we were going to have to get an extension (not to mention the bank's response and the fact that I leave for 16 days on Thursday). I prayed and called and asked them to prioritize me if no one else was waiting on a survey to close their home, that I would lose the rate, that I appreciated their dilemma, heck I don't even remember all I said. I just know they said OK to Monday- today, weather notwithstanding.

Today I woke up to heavy mist and a cold breeze. I rode out to the property, called the survey folks and was told they were still going to try. By 10 AM I still had not seen them and couldn't be brave anymore. I cried. And prayed.

They showed up. I thanked them and God profusely and now will maintain contact with their office and my lending office to ensure timely paperwork.

The five brothers lights are all up, but not the sisters, and the friends and family light still lacks bulbs and glass globes.

There are so many other things that are half done, done but need repairs, not done at all, etc, etc. I have to remind myself it is not a contest or a race. Except for the closing. That is most certainly a race. I am just about out of breathe, but I can see the ribbon stretching across the road and will keep putting one foot in front of the other, and rest on the other side. Sort of...