Rough Roads Lead to BEAUTIFUL Places
Behind every beautiful door is a story and this one was built with love. And love was also the one who whispered, "It's time to let her go." Long before Pinterest and saved boards, there were magazines, glue sticks, and big dreams. I would sit and imagine, pray, speak scripture, and believe for the home I’d one day build. I’d cut out pages of floor plans, stain samples, wall colors, tile, carpet you name it. This wasn’t just a dream, it was a blueprint of hope stitched together with faith and imagination.
In 2009, Davidson & Company broke ground on that dream, and it came to life. Our home was built from the inside out full of intention, family, and future memories. Never did I imagine that 11 years later I’d be putting it on the market… but some endings are necessary. I told my realtor, “There’s a story wrapped around this house just wait and see.” And boy, did the waiting come. Days turned into weeks, quarantine stretched into months. Showings came, but offers didn’t. Still, I held on, knowing God was writing a bigger story.
As 2020 came to a close, the need to sell became urgent thank you, friendly neighborhood bank. 😅 And with that pressure came a strange collision of emotions: grief and gratitude. Two feelings that seem to oppose each other, but when held together, are incredibly sacred. I grieved the past, was grateful for the future, and sat in the uncomfortable in-between of transition.
On January 1, 2021, I told God, “I’ll do whatever it takes just please let this house sell.” A rain dance? Maybe. Burn some sage? Possibly. Bury a St. Joseph statue upside down in my front yard? Already done. Yes I DID, on January 3rd the first Sunday of the year I took communion, walked through my house praying over every single room, and later that night, flashlight in hand, PJs on, coat zipped, wearing Jax’s work boots, I marched into the front yard like a woman on a mission. I buried that little St. Joseph statue upside down right by the “For Sale” sign. Desperate times, y’all. 😂 And in one week God moved. An offer came in. 🙌🏼
It’s been a rough road, but it’s led me to a beautiful place. This season has come to a close, but my story is far from over. That home is now just a house… and it's ready to be someone else's beginning. I refuse to say I’m scared because this next chapter is a BEAUTIFUL ADVENTURE.
We found a new space. A fresh canvas. New memories to create. New stories to tell. A new place where the present becomes our past, and the future becomes our playground.
To my Frientimacy Sister and rockstar realtor Stephanie Burris Matthews, thank you for walking every step with me. 🤍 To Krista LaShelle, when you say “We’ve got this, Sis,” I know you mean it. To my boys, son-in-law Chris Ergenbright, the gorilla crew, Helana Griggs, April Lee Holland, Nate Hamstead, Jerica you lifted, hauled, laughed, and never once complained. To Sarah Sutterfield and Mandie Rowe, who came through with food like angels bless you. 😋
From the bottom of my heart, thank you. I’m humbled. I’m grateful. I’m ready. Let’s keep turning this kaleidoscope.
Rachel Xoxo,