Why didn't I think of it before? This being my 4th house, mommy brain has made me completely forget how I sold the other 3!
Advised by a devout Catholic and many critics alike, I buried a statue of Saint Joseph in the yards of each of my "for sale" homes. My previous houses sold within weeks of the burial.
A little slow on the saints this time around, last night after sinking into a round of "why me", I got in my car and drove to the nearest Christian book store. They of course had my man, and this time, he came in a kit. Complete with prayer, instructions and a address to send a "tax deductible" donation in the event that it works and I would like to "pass on my fortune".
Although there are many myths on how and where to burry this plastic representation of a pious life, I think it's not so important to focus on the particulars. Having faith, placing your worries on a higher power can give you hope, hope changes lives.
Last night after dinner, we said the prayer as a family and I buried Joseph in my favorite exterior nook of the house; near the brick and mortar which I believe to be most beautiful. Joseph will await until the house is sold when I will unearth him to carry with us.
The strange thing about my experience with Saint Joseph is this: three times I have buried him, three homes I have sold, and each time I tried to dig him up, I couldn't find him?! Ashes to ashes?
By no coincidence I'm sure, I received a call first thing this morning that tomorrow there will be a showing!
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