|The front of the house, after we set it up for "curb appeal". Cute, huh?|
Granted, we are new at this; it is our first house to let out. We'll get used to it, I suppose. But right now, we don't know enough about the forms to fill out, Baltimore City requirements, how strict should we be with applicants... so much to do! And we're rising to meet the challenges we face. We're learning. We will be wiser and stronger after this.
This need to open our home and expose our cleaning abilities and "stuff" to strangers who are in our home to evaluate it's worth for their lives, leaves me feeling vulnerable. And so I have been doing a lot of praying and waiting. As each person is nearing our house for a walk-through, I ask for patience and that if this is the "right person" or not the right one, it will be easy to tell early on.
Mental note: be careful what you wish for - you just might get it! The last time I said that little prayer, the guy who had called to tell us he was coming called a bit later to say he had driven through the neighborhood and it wasn't right for their family. Yikes!
In the meantime, as of two days ago, we were still #10 out of 43 on a waiting list for housing at our next location. So I've been praying for that too. And we've been vulnerable to doubt about whether a house will open up before Jeff needs to be at his new job. Whether we'll have to be split up for a time, and deal with the subsequent difficulty of how to handle having only one car.
And the still, small voice that comes after the heavy winds of the storm says, "Wait. Be patient. It will all work out."
We look at our finances, the tension and stress mounting in our kids and our family, the many repairs and jobs needing to be done...
Wait. Be patient. It will all work out.
And though we are vulnerable and it is increasingly pressed upon us that we really (really!) aren't in control here, it WILL be okay because we have so many blessings going for us.
And so tonight, as I cut up apples for a crumble, I prayed again: "If we're going to get down there together, can you show us something this week?"
I know we're not supposed to challenge the Lord; I know that my faith is stronger, and better placed, if I just wait quietly and see what happens, but sometimes it feels better to at least ask. And if the answer is no, then it's no.
But as I pulled the noodles from the oven to serve dinner, Jeff came into the room. "Hey did you see this e-mail? We can have a house to move into on August --, we have until Monday to let them know. What do you think?"
I think... it's another answered prayer.