Here I am. May 1st. The start of a new month. I can hardly believe we’re midway through the second quarter of the year. April seemed to fly right by. I’m sure it’s mostly due to all that was going on in my little corner of the world. We were due to move by April 23rd from the house we had been renting. As of Thursday, April 18th we signed a new lease and moved Friday, April 19th. My oldest son’s 10th birthday was Saturday, April 20th. Oh yes, it was a busy
week month for us. All I can say is, God made a way when there seemed to be no way. As He always does.
Before signing the lease to the current home, we had looked at several different options and applied to another that we were so sure would be good for us. Unfortunately, we weren’t approved and the nervousness of knowing we had to move but not having a new place to move into was starting to get me a little anxious. We had no time to waste with repeated showings, application processes and fees. We had our date to be out. (Long story short, the owner of the house had the house taken back by the bank.) Yup, foreclosure. It seems to be the norm in real estate these days. Unfortunately as tenants, we also experienced the result of this downfall.
After searching and knowing our time was dwindling, I set up an appointment to see a two bedroom apartment a few blocks away. It wasn’t the space we needed for our family of 5 children. (3 live with us, and we increase by 2 on weekends). However, they seemed to be the ones most willing to work with us quickly. So I requested an application by email that evening. The next morning before taking my children to school, I had to stop for gas and afterwards took a road I normally wouldn’t have travelled. Something told me to take the same road on the way back. To my surprise, & I don’t know why I hadn’t seen it when I drove by the first time, there was a sign on the lawn of a cute little corner house with a nice large yard. “For Rent”. It was only 8:30am but I called to get information. Again, to my surprise, I was able to see within a couple hours, at 10:30am. By that afternoon, at about 2:30pm I had our application complete, to the point where they were thanking me for our thoroughness. My husband and I gathered the required information to ensure the application would be processed seamlessly. Or at least that’s what we hoped for.
With only a little over two weeks to go and no definite solution to our situation, what were we to do but pray? And that is exactly what we did.
At church that Sabbath, April 6th, as our usual routine is every week, we had a prayer circle and the head elder asked for special petitions. I’m not one to normally share my concerns, I simply write them and add them to the box or raise my hand as a special, silent request. Not this time. This time I had to let my cry be heard. I shared with my fellow church family the need for a home and our time limit. I let them know we applied for yet another place and to please pray that we could stay in the area if only for the sake of the children’s school and my involvement in church. I was thankful for the outpouring of support I felt and that day I felt as though we already had our answer, even though we didn’t know yet whether it was yes or no.
The following week the days seemed to crawl as we waited for a phone call. Monday passed with no word. Tuesday nothing. Wednesday morning I got a call at 8:30am that we had to submit just a little more info. So we faxed that in ASAP. Then we waited again. Thursday i poured my heart out to God in prayer. Then I let it be. I carried on with chores and errands. Around noon I received a call. Our application had been approved. The only setback was carpeting had to be installed and it wouldn’t be complete until after the 23rd. I was okay with it. I figured we could work something out. Put our things in storage and crash at a friend’s house for a few days or something if need be. As long as we knew we had a place waiting for us I was happy. It was a big breath of fresh air.
The hardest part was over. The rest was physical labor and we knew God would give us the strength to get through. We had helpful friends who were a great help for the big furniture. What seemed like forever in waiting is already behind us and we are enjoying the place God had prepared for us since the beginning.
I am thankful my husband trusted my judgement in viewing and choosing a home for our family. Most of the viewing and applying was done while he was at work so I took photos and shared descriptions and opinions as best I could. He didn’t actually see the inside of the house until the day of lease signing. He felt it was a bit small at first compared to the townhouse we moved from. But we have more space outside as well as more privacy being in a single family home. Now he continues to tell me each day how much he loves the house. 🙂
We moved about a block and a half away. Same school district. Same distance for my husband’s commute to work. Cozy bedrooms and living space. Nice yard to garden flowers and vegetables. An overall pleasant place to blossom as God’s children and as a family.
I’m still learning to let go and let God. Anything can happen. Because with God all things are possible.