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Have I finally learnt God’s lesson?

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Maybe cellars are problematic in Austria……..

Having spent the summer struggling with Erna and stress at the Burg and having finally got the point God was making to me about forgiveness and living in peace (Thanks Andrew Wommack and Joyce Meyer too!) , and knowing that at in one sense at least I’m on the right path, attack was perhaps inevitable.  To quote, I may have not got there but I’m moving on and I’m not where I was, and praising God for it.  So was it God using a Christian to test me or that other being?- really it doesn’t matter because God has the glory.  Enough blither, I’ll begin.

When we first saw our cellar, we were told it as ours and that we allowed our neighbour  to share it. each flat has its own space along with areas in the loft. It had electricity in it to. As we got to know Paggy -who as usual had an axe to grind with her over something to do with his mother, insisted the cellar was all ours and we should kick her out.  He even cut the electricity off because it was actually on his meter, he had installed it as a favour to the Gautsches, the previous owners of our flat.  We didn’t see it as a problem as we could use a torch.  Our neighbour insisted that the Council or the Gemeinde had divided the space up, and so that all was equal, they  gave her this share, but we don’t know if this was before or after the Gautsches bought the flat.  We just left the issue. We do use the cellar to store our root vegetables, marrows, apples, jam and geraniums.

Then a couple of weeks ago Paggy said something about  our neighbour asking him to reinstate the electricity as she was finding it all too dark (she is 70 odd!) .  Then blow me down if yesterday there was an electrician putting in new wiring to the cellar.  I’m afraid I lost it.  I went and saw her and said, oi (well in German) as far as we’re aware you’re a tenant in our cellar.  She got cross and repeated what she had said previously.  I calmed a bit but I think what really got me was that she hadn’t said a word and it is our cellar too. She’d been a bit offhand the previous week, and maybe this was the reason, she knew I’d react, or does know it really is our cellar.  But if she’d talked to us we’d have shared the costs.  Dave and I checked our sale contract and as our German is now better it does actually say Cellar share.  I was going out later and saw her from the corner of me eye as I got in the car. Suddenly she came over and shouted something about not looking at her rudely and other things I fortunately didnt understand and we could use the light. So I laughed and apologised and she calmed and I left.

I then realised I had a choice with all this.  I could track down more deeds, I could go back to the estate agent, we could have a huge argument and be not speaking to a neighbour.  I could endlessly let it go around in my head and let it eat away at me. Or I could let it go, completely, never find out who owns the cellar and have my peace restored. I could see our neighbour’s side. So I did, and immediately the weight lifted and God’s peace filled me.  I later bought her an apologetic pressy and we went out together to House Group in our earlier accord.  Finished.  Trouble is writing this down has brought it all back, darn I’m going to have to put it back at the foot of the cross again, but if what I have written helps just one person, what the heck!

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