FOUNDATIONS
Our word for 2022 was “Rooted.” Rooted in our purpose, calling, and location. There was always a light-hearted debate on whether we’d stay in the Bay or go back to SoCal for the longest time. Both places would be a blessing but would come with sacrifices between our facilities, careers, and community.
After some prayer and a short trip down to SoCal during the holiday break, we felt we were still called to stay in the Bay Area. Noelle envisioned her career in epidemiology intersecting with the tech industry someday, Vive Oakland church was beginning to see an incredible 10x breakthrough, and we wanted to help fill some gaps for our community of new parents.
Throughout 2021 as we were throwing around the idea of getting rooted, God had put it on our hearts to begin giving above and beyond the tithe and to pour into our local campus and the permanent building that our church believed for. We decided to sell our first investment property home in Cleveland, much to the confusion of advisors, friends, and even family, and increased our tithing significantly. This was undoubtedly a massive stretch of faith for us, but we ultimately walked away with a priceless truth that would translate directly into our home search.
Everything belongs to our Father — Our time, talents, and our treasures.
Everything is for His plan, His Kingdom, and for His glory.
We get to be His stewards and simply return back what is already His.
Our Father is good. He loves us more than we could ever imagine, and He knows exactly what we need in every season.
1 Peter 4:8 summarizes our thoughts well:
“Be generous with the different things God gave you, passing them around so all get in on it: if words, let it be God’s words; if help, let it be God’s hearty help. That way, God’s bright presence will be evident in everything through Jesus, and he’ll get all the credit as the One mighty in everything—encores to the end of time. Oh, yes!”
With our foundations solidly put in place, we decided to start exploring and dip our feet into the sizzling, red hot real estate water. From a human perspective, the timing could not have been worse. There was a historically low inventory due to a confluence of factors, and the stories we were hearing were just nuts. 100k over asking, 15 offers to compete against, the headlines go on.
THE SEARCH
So we started the search thinking that this would take over six months. We had a pretty strict criteria for what we wanted in a more permanent home, and we told ourselves and Tamika, our fantastic realtor (aka God’s Agent), that we were in no rush.
Super bowl weekend Saturday – we decided to check out a few places since we were already making a drive down to Noelle’s parent’s house. Figured, hey, why not? It could be fun. The first house that we stopped at was like a dream. The listing had popped up the night before, and we saw that there was an open house we could visit the following afternoon. We showed up really late (I blame the poopy diapers) and thought we had missed it, but the realtor was friendly enough to let us in. Again, a dream home that we figured we had no business dealing with but hey! An excellent start to our day. Fast forward through the day, we ended up visiting 4 more houses that were all nice, but we didn’t feel particularly led to make an offer on any of them.
Monday – Synced with Tamika. Told her about how house number 1 was a dream. The other 4 were meh. We chatted some more and concluded that, hey, what’s the worst that can happen if we just throw our hat in and make an offer? It, of course, felt strange to make an offer on the first house during the first weekend of the first month that we started searching, but we figured why not? If we get this home, it’ll add to God’s glory. If we don’t, all good! We had 0 expectations of getting it in the first place and knew God had something better in store.
So we said, let’s do it! Let’s put an offer in! We submitted the offer and a personal letter that Albert had put together the night before. He had a template he was going to use from past offers on other investment properties, but for some reason, he felt called to pray and really ask the Holy Spirit to help him re-write the letter with greater intentionality and purpose. We told our story, the foundations that led to this point, and what and who this home was for. We also had a cute picture of Hazel and Hapa on the top of the page.
Wednesday 12pm – Offer is officially submitted by the 12pm deadline. We wait in hopeful anticipation. A few hours later, Tamika calls and tells us some shocking news… our offer ended up being the ONLY one submitted from that past week. The seller was willing to accept it if we accepted his counter. We had till 5pm.
…hm…
Um, God? This is either a crazy miracle that makes NO sense to us, Tamika, or even the agent on the other end, or we TOTALLY missed something that all these other potential buyers didn’t. Which one is it? What is going on here?!
We looked through the disclosures again, the inspection report, all the documents but didn’t find anything out of the ordinary.
Still strange, still not normal, and still fighting our rational, “EXPLAIN THIS MIRACLE” part of our brains. Make this make sense to us!
Wednesday 3pm – we get news that other offers are coming in now post-deadline. We gotta make a decision!
Wednesday 4:45pm – We go on a somewhat frantic stroll praying, talking, and ultimately believing IN FAITH that this was the home for us. We were scared but came back to our foundations on why we were doing this and who this was for.
We accepted the counter, and minutes later, we got the official congrats from Tamika that the house was ours!
3ish weeks later, during closing – Albert is at the new home, and he randomly bumps into the seller. They have an unforgettable conversation about his story, the vision he had for the house when he was flipping it and how he was moved to tears when he read our letter. “I knew immediately that I had to go with you guys. This was the family I wanted to build this house for.”
There was so much more from than 20-minute conversation that can be saved for another story but wow, what a miraculous confirmation from God that everything would be okay and that He was in control from beginning to end.
A CONSISTENT THREAD
It would be easier to label all those events from Saturday to Wednesday as mere coincidence. Just a bunch of random events that we were lucky to have experienced. Right time, right place.
However, it gets harder to keep that rational hat on when you zoom out beyond that week but to the years before, seeing how God has connected all these things together to accomplish His will in and through us. There’s been a consistent thread of His grace, goodness, and unfailing love weaving itself through every season.
As we celebrate this moment, we’re choosing to believe that God is real, that He is our good Father, and that something beautiful happens when we surrender everything to him.
Thanks for reading! If you’re around, COME THROUGH.
The Liao’s.