"What do you think, Marian?" Suddenly, Marty, my husband, appeared to be in the Cranberry camp.
Now, I respect Marty, not only because he's my husband, but he is also my accountant. He is better at recognizing a good deal than I am. "Okay then," I quietly conceded.
Suddenly we were signing forms and initialing clauses. We shook hands. The battle was over. We were outmaneuvered, yet triumphant. Tony presented us with a leather cases full of holiday suggestions. The sales team said we would be hearing from them again very soon: there must be upgrade enticements in the works.
Three days later Tony and his fellow warriors sent us flowers welcoming us to the family of vacation ownership. The flowers were perfectly timed for our 33rd Wedding anniversary. Marty didn't waste the opportunity. "Happy Anniversary my dear," he proclaimed as he presented me with the most expensive bouquet he has ever given me.
"In his heart a man plans his course, but the Lord determines his steps." Proverbs 16:9.
Here's my question: was the Lord directing our steps? We had very deliberately prayed for wisdom (several times) before and during our adventure. We had even prayed that we wouldn't get talked into anything we might regret.
And, another question: are there any couples out there who want to join us for a one-week holiday in a six-star facility? We'll only charge you $100 a night and you can have the bedroom. I'll ask Marty to set up our tent in the living area. We can share the cooking and maybe even eat out once or twice.