I don’t understand it fully to this day, but as soon as I discovered the town of Maryville, things began to happen. It was like a supernatural (Godly) power took over our lives. We didn’t know a soul there. We didn’t have a job lined up either. All we knew was that it was near Knoxville and that there were “people” there. We made plans to go the next weekend to look for a house. Kevin was out working and I was at home sitting on the couch thinking. I had an inspired thought to call my realtor in Memphis to ask him if he knew of a realtor in Maryville. He said he would ask around and get back with me. He asked a guy, who asked a guy, who gave us the name of a realtor in the area. We called her and she informed us that she regretted she had plans that weekend, but assured us that we would be in good hands with her co-worker. I was walking in total faith and trust at this time, and I agreed to work with him. He called us and said he was going to be at Vienna Coffee Shop for a meeting on the morning we were to arrive. He invited us to meet him there. We arrived at that meeting and were introduced to someone who turned out to be instrumental in our ability to move to Maryville.
All weekend the realtor took us around to several homes that he pulled from his MLS search. On the last day, Kevin and I were supposed to meet him at one of the final few selected houses. As we drove through the neighborhood, I told Kevin, “This is it!” I didn’t know what the house looked like, but the neighborhood felt perfect! As we drove up to the house, we were disappointed. It was not the house we wanted. While we were waiting on our agent (we were early), we drove around the neighborhood. I just knew it was the right area. We found a house we really liked that was for sale by owner. The homeowners were home, and they let us in to see it. We could have called our agent and told him that our search was over, but decided not to do that because he’d worked so hard for us that weekend. We only had a couple of more houses to look at anyway, and I wanted to finish that process with him. We met and told him the house he was showing us wasn’t the right house for us. We told him we loved the neighborhood and had found a house that we really liked, but it was for sale by owner. An idea appeared to instantly pop in his head. He said, “Hang on just a second.” He made a phone call to his realty company, and asked them about a house he thought they had in that area. When he hung up with them, he asked if we wanted to look at one more house. We pulled into the driveway, and I had an instant connection to the home. It was recently built by his realty company. I didn’t say much, but I was very excited. Kevin and I didn’t even walk into the home. We walked into the backyard and sat on the hill for a few minutes. Our agent walked through the house, then he walked back to us and said, “Can you deal with this backyard?” (The yard needed some work, but it had a beautiful mountain view.) We said, “Absolutely!” He said, “Then this is YOUR house!” We walked through the house, and he was right. This was definitely our home!
Being referred to this realtor was instrumental in finding the perfect home in the perfect location. Later, we discovered that this house did not show up on the MLS search (coincidence?). If it had been on the MLS search it might’ve been sold before we had a chance to find it. This realtor (who was referred to us) was also instrumental in our being introduced to someone (at Vienna Coffee Shop) who referred us to a banker that was willing to give us a chance and offer us financing on a home. You can’t tell me any of that was coincidental. It was all falling into place so perfectly. There was definitely a higher power with us throughout this entire process.
It was all happening so fast. On our way home we realized what a huge move this was. We looked at each other and said, “What are we doing?” “Is this the right decision?” We didn’t say much. We were mostly just taking it all in. To break the silence I pulled out the book, “Break Out” by Joel Osteen. I read aloud to Kevin while he was driving. I don’t remember what chapter it was, or what it said exactly, but what it said blew our minds. It was as if God was speaking directly to us, saying walk in faith and move forward. We laughed at how reassuring it was. After reading for a while (it was a 6 hour drive), I turned the radio on. The song, “Home” by Phillip Phillips came on (https://youtu.be/HoRkntoHkIE). We listened to the words of that song and huge smiles ran across both our faces. We said, “Okay, okay. We got it! We are taking the leap. Maryville, here we come!”