You can’t always get what you want


There’s something so freeing about driving around town on a beautiful day, blaring music, and singing your heart out. Half the time I don’t know the words and butcher the melody, but it still feels fun just to belt it out. Unfortunately, I don’t get as many opportunities since most of the time I spend in the car is with my kids singing “B-I-N-G-O,” but when I’m stepping out on my own, you’d better believe the music is turned UP.

For most of February and March I listened to the soundtrack of “The Greatest Showman” on loop (really … ask to hear my rendition of “This is Me”), but recently I’ve gotten back into good old-fashioned radio. I can’t say that I’m a music buff, but I love how sometimes a song comes on, and you feel like it’s playing a secret message just for you. When “You Can’t Always Get What You Want” popped up earlier this week, that’s exactly how I felt.

Our home has been on the market for a couple of months now, and I have spent hours praying for God to send us a loving buyer. Our house has served us well, but we are a bigger and busier family than we were five years ago and we’re ready to move on to our next adventure. My husband and I put months of thought and prayer into the decision to list our house for sale and thought for sure we would have an offer by now. Unfortunately, that hasn’t been the case.

In the first several weeks after we listed our home, there was a lot of interest and three potential offers – all of which fell through, which was both incredibly frustrating and disheartening.

Since then, activity has slowed way down, and our hopes have been a bit dashed. In the beginning, what felt like an exciting new chapter in the Schupbach family’s lives, is now full of stress, anxiety, and burden. What I wanted was for our sweet home to be scooped up, and us to be well on our way to our new house and onto the next phase … but it’s not what I got.

Instead, what I’ve been forced to learn, like it or not, is to have patience.

While I make dinner, my children ask me 100 times, “Is it ready yet?”

Almost every time I say, “No, have patience. It’s coming.”

I expect my 6-, 3- and 2-year-old children to wait calmly and patiently for dinner, but do I exercise that same muscle … ehh, not so much. It’s hard to wait, and it makes me feel uncomfortable. The uncertainty of the future and living in limbo is incredibly difficult for me to live with, but when that Rolling Stones song hit my ear I thought, “Oh! Maybe, just maybe, there’s a reason.”

Here are some of the lyrics:

"You can't always get what you want

But if you try sometime you find

You get what you need”

I didn’t get what I wanted with the house ... yet. It doesn’t mean that I won’t, but it is comforting to think that there’s a lesson in this experience, and I’ll probably end up getting something I didn’t even know I needed.

Jordan Schupbach is a mother of three living in the Houston area. She blogs at - sharing the good, the bad and the frenzied.


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