It was nearly the end of day one in our weekend-long garage sale extravaganza. Technically there were still about 90 minutes left in the official sale-day, but it felt like a near-end. The slow of shoppers had stalled. The sun was beating down on the pavement, and anyone who dared venture onto said pavement. We sat on the clean floor of the garage and chatted. Well, I was actually laying down across the floor. There were no customers, I could do as I pleased.
Mom had a Gambler-esque philosophy about the garage sale dollars. You know, knowing when to hold’em, fold’em, walk away, and run. Actually, she was specific about not counting her money while sitting at the table. Periodically she would vanish indoors to keep tabs on the income. It seemed like a good time to count since there were no new people to meet and sell to, so in the house she went. When she came out, it was with a half-laugh, half-groan. The laugh was because of the joy in realizing what God had done….the groan was because of the hilarity in realizing what we still had to do. We had $995. We were tired and hot and sweaty. We honestly wanted to go ahead and close up for the day. But seriously, if you have $995, you absolutely MUST stay open to sell $5 more.
So there we were.
Sitting on the garage floor, no customers, no sounds except for the crickets…and not closing until we made five more dollars.
A lady walked down the driveway. Turned around and walked right back up. Fail.
Then a couple came down together. They were probably mid-fifties and they were very curious about our adoption. I hustled. I mean, I HUSTLED! I told all sorts of stories about adoption, special needs, our music careers, Dave’s role in the military. I HUSTLED. They did not find anything they needed to buy, so they decided to go through our book section, where everything cost $1, and pick up a few books. Guess how many they bought. Four. They bought four books for a grand total of $4. When they walked away we all just cracked up. $999. We needed one single more dollar. I’m fairly certain each of us considered running inside to our own wallets and “donating” that dollar. But that would have interrupted God.
He had another hundred or so dollars for us to raise that day. It just took a tad more patience than we expected!