Never buy a foreclosure: of fiascoes and miracles

So, this is about what I felt like this last week and a half or so...thus inspiring my post "of fiascoes and miracles."  Never before have I had so many out-of-my-control obstacles and direct miracles.  I am so grateful to Heavenly Father for the help He gave us this week!

Fiasco one: The bank called...we had a half an hour to initial a bunch of paper work or they were sending our house to the auction. Oh yeah, it was 11:30 on a Tuesday, and our agent was a half an hour away, we didn't have a fax machine, and we were in the middle of work/school.

Miracle one: The realtor forged our initials, and he got it in despite the wrong fax number the bank gave us.

Fiasco two: Now the bank had finally officially accepted the bid and we had ten days and counting to get an inspection.  There was no way to do it that week, so the inspection was set for day 6.

So, the bank had the power on in this house for the last two years. Now just before our inspection, they turn it off. So, we had to postpone the inspection on the house until day 8, so we could put the utilities in our name and get them to turn it on.

Fiasco Three: Day 7 the storm hits--you know, the one that sent tornadoes storming across the south and the east. Needless to say it took out power to some 50,000 people, including the area where the house is, and the power was not expected to be back up in that neighborhood until Sunday (day 11...not good)

Miracle two: The school was also included in that some 50,000 people out of power so we got Wednesday and Thursday off of school and work, allowing us to be there when the utilities guy showed up to turn on our power (even if there would be no power coming through)

Miracle three: The power was restored, literally, minutes before the utility guy arrived.

Fiasco four: The guy couldn't light our pilot light because it had lots of rust on it and he wasn't supposed to clean it off for us, and that would ruin a huge part of the inspection.

Miracle four: He decided to do it anyway (even though he'd been on the job for 48 hrs straight, he wasn't supposed to, and we didn't have a hanger for him to clean it with).  The neighbor, whom I had just met, donated a hanger to the cause.

Miracle five:  The next storm was coming in, but it didn't hit us in the end making it possible for our inspector to see the roof.  Also, the fact that he squeezed us in on a full day, and he was far more invasive (as far as investigating problems) than he was supposed to be giving us a better idea of what was wrong and how to fix it.

Miracle six: the house seems to be in relatively good shape!  It will need some roof work and a few other odds and ends, but overall it's pretty good for being 20 years old and vacant for the last two years. 

Whoo! Talk about a roller coaster.  I am so glad that is over with, and I really hope there are no more surprises ahead.