Disappointment

You may recall that I entered a contest several months ago for a house at the coast. Well, today I read the depressing news in the paper that the owner decided to call off the contest. He had extended the deadline twice but only had about 2100 entries out of the 3000 he hoped for, so we'll all get our money back eventually and he'll go back to trying to sell it.

Of course my personal view is that with the housing market what it is, he would have been better off to keep the money that came in, choose a winner, and leave it at that.

But he never asked for my advice, an error that so many seem to make.

Now what do I do with all my ideas and dreams for this house? It was going to host family get-togethers, and we were going to fix a small apartment for Emily to get well in, and the ladies' retreats and Bible Memory Camps were going to be there, and our friends were going to rent it for weekends at the beach, and I was going to maybe host a few writers' weekends, and returning missionaries were going to stay there to recharge their batteries.

And now that little dream seems finished.