Ever felt really overwhelmed by something? If you’re human and breathing, I’ll assume you said yes.
This past weekend, I planned on writing a blog post on something I’m really passionate about: FOOD. Not cooking it, or even eating it necessarily, but the struggle I’ve have with it. I have books I’m referencing, 2 friends I interviewed, and 27 years of experience of a love/hate relationship with the stuff. This was going to be a good post, and I was planning on spending a lot of my weekend focused on it.
But then we moved.
It literally happened over the course of 2 days. As I’ve mentioned previously in posts, Stuart and I were living with hiss parents, which was such a blessing since it was comfortable, cozy, and FREE. Which we needed since we’re in ministry, raising money for that ministry, and our income has a lot less zero’s than Donald Trump’s.
So living in our own place before we were fully funded really wasn’t an option. Or so we thought. And seeing as we have a dog, and would need a place willing to do a mont-to-month lease, it was pretty far fetched that we’d even find a place that would work. But then we saw an apartment listing for a fully furnished apartment. (I forgot to mention that the dread I had of moving all of our furniture, only to turn around and move it again in a few months was overwhelming.) I HATE moving. I’m not very type A, and hate organizing. Don’t get me wrong, I love to BE organized. But when it comes to the actual act of organizing my belongings, I get overwhelmed and want to run and hide. I know, I’m 27, I need to get over it. I’m just being honest. But I digress…
Anyway, we saw the ad, but tried not to get our hopes up, seeing as our stipulations were significant when it comes to apartment-living. Stuart called the number, and I prayed that God’s will would be done, and no matter what, we’d be ok with it. I trusted that God knew what was best for us, and even though we had considerable requirements, He could provide a place for us if He thought it was right move for us. (No pun intended.)
Once he got a hold of the landlady, Stuart asked about month-to-month leasing, and if it was ok to have a dog, and to our incredible surprise, she was ok with both! Add that to the fact that it was fully furnished and we were both super excited. But of course, again, trying not to get our hopes up in case it was a dump inside.
But it wasn’t!
It’s in an old house with lots of charm, and although the furniture isn’t our particular taste, it’s quaint and it WORKS. And the only person living in the other side of the house is the landlady, and she spends most of her time in her antique shop down the road (which is where all the furniture comes from…like I said, quaint.)
2 days later, the lease was signed and we were packing up our stuff. And 4 days later it was our new home. That was Sunday.
Needless to say, it was a busy weekend. And I didn’t have any time to spend preparing a heart-felt, well thought out post on my journey with food.
Since we don’t have our internet set up yet, I planned on writing it today (Tuesday) at the library. But when I sat down and thought about having to write the whole post in just a few hours, (since of course, the library closes early today due to the cold…) I got overwhelmed. And like I said, I never do well under overwhelming circumstances. Especially if I’m the one putting the deadline on my own project.
So here we are, I am officially pushing back my deadline for my food post. You may be thinking, “why is this such a big deal, that you’d write an entire blog post about it?” Well, it probably isn’t that big of a deal. I’m sure most bloggers out there have had to push back a deadline or 2 throughout their blogging life. This post probably has more to do with easing my mind, than to convince you that it’s ok to push back my deadline.
But in the meantime I got to share with you about our new place! And even though this post is kind of all over the place, I hope the main point to come across through my jumble of thoughts is simply that God is SO good. He knows what we need even before we know it’s a need to be had. And He can provide for those needs better than anyone.
Just today, Stuart and I were talking about our support, and how even though we have more contacts to get in touch with, we really have no idea where our remaining $3,000 in monthly support is going to come from. I felt like in that moment God was telling me, “when you have no where left to go, and no idea what to do next, that’s when I work best.”
God has raised so much money for us already, but we’re still $3,000 shy of our goal. This isn’t a “support us please” post, just a heads up that when God raises it, you can know that it was His power at work, not our “power” of persuasion. I know in my heart that He will raise it. When things look bleak, and you want to throw your hands up in frustration, God says, “I’m still here. Just you wait and see what I can do.”
That’s where I am right now. Living in a new-to-us apartment with my man, giving myself a break on blog deadlines created by me, and waiting on God to see what miracles He has in store for us.
I’d love to hear where you are, what you’re learning, and how God is providing for you right now too! Feel free to leave a comment below, or send me a text/email/Facebook message, etc.
Happy hump day!