God rarely leaves me hanging for long, when I’m in a place of genuine desperation. Today I found my answer for where to live, and it’s already all set for me to move there. Not much longer in this toxic apartment; but I’m going to miss the completely ideal front porch with the cool breeze and freedom to let the kids play.
Where am I moving? I’m going back to the same apartments I’ve lived at for the past four years. They’re very nice, it’s quiet, the apartment has a large built-in bookcase, and we all feel safe there. Best of all, to me it’s home. I love “home.”
I’m determined to let this move — which carries a lot of significance the details of which I haven’t gone into — be an exciting new start for me and the kids. Living life the way I truly want to, with a dependence upon God that the kids will participate in simply through acknowledging the Lord as a family more. It doesn’t have to be a pipe dream!
There’s a movie called Faith Like Potatoes. It is an amazing true story and an ideal example of living for God. You have to watch the movie and then also watch the documentary part which reveals true footage of the man this film is about.
I’ve mentioned an admiration for the Amish; but there is something that seems to be missing in those communities, that being an apparent faith in Jesus Christ as their Lord and Savior over and above their ordnung. The Faith Like Potatoes guy lives out the life I long for.
Okay. Here’s the thing. I’ve felt that a husband was a necessary component to really pulling it off. But of course that’s utterly ridiculous. Living an obedient, worshipful life with God as the Lord doesn’t require a husband!
My despair has disappeared like the fog in Houston when the sun burns hot. My feet know where to go and my heart knows what song to sing. Praise the name of the Lord!