Ever since I wrote that post about not feeling good enough to go to church, I have felt a huge burden lifted off my shoulders. It is as if that feeling was the one thing that was holding me down and that I needed to just get it off my chest. After writing that post, I feel set free. I don’t know if anyone read it nor do I know if anyone reads any of my posts, but that post served a far greater purpose for me than I ever imagined. It required me to completely break down and admit something I was ashamed about , but ever since then I have felt like actually starting to look for a church, I have felt like praying, and I have opened my eyes to the way God is working in my own life.
“My chains are gone, I’ve been set free. My God, my savior has ransomed me.”
The last week has been a rough week. My husband and I closed on our house which was debatable if we were actually going to close or not. First, the close got delayed by the title companies. Second, the seller wasn’t moved out like he was supposed to be and left a lot of things behind in the house that my realtor, my husband, and I ended up moving into the garage. Third, the guy skips town and it seems like he is not going to get his belongings and he left behind several beds and a heavy water fountain. Fourth, he had two pods in the driveway, one of which remained which he had no idea when the pod was going to be leaving. It just seemed like everything was going wrong and like everything was crashing down on me.
Let’s just say I did not exactly handle all of this perfectly. I let anger, frustration, and stress take over instead of turning the situation over to God. I nearly probably drove my realtor insane by asking over and over again what was going to be done about the stuff and the situation instead of just trusting that it would all work out in the way it was intended to. Furthermore, I feel like I was short, pointed, and hateful at times and I’m disappointed in myself for that.
Anyway, I finally simmered down, stopped trying to take control of the situation, and agreed to close on the house despite not having answers to how we were going to get rid of the previous owners belongings and guess what happened then? Things started working out. 1. The pod in the driveway was removed the day after we closed. 2. The owners friend came the day after close with a 16′ trailer that my husband helped load and took away nearly all of his belongings except for the heavy fountain. 3. My husbands friend may be interested in taking the fountain (if not my realtor thinks a charity group will take it).
Not only that, but an even bigger blessing happened….our apartment complex agreed to let us out of our lease. Glory be to God. It isn’t official yet since we aren’t officially out of the apartment, but the apartment manager told my husband they were going to let us off of the hook for September and the part of October that our lease ran through which is a huge blessing. It saves us a lot of money and means we won’t be having to pay rent and a mortgage…an answered prayer for sure.
Furthermore, I have been blessed by my friends and family. My parents came down yesterday and helped me move and unpack some stuff, my dad mowed and weeded my yard while I was at work today, I had a friend offer to bring sandwiches this weekend when we officially move all of our stuff (her sweet offer nearly brought me to tears), and I had another friend come over to my apartment after work tonight and help me load up more stuff. Also, one of my coworkers is helping us load the furniture in the moving van on Friday after we both get off work and unload Saturday morning. Literally all of my prayers surrounding this move are being answered and my fears are being released. I’m excited to see what else is in store.
I’ll leave you all with this quote as this sums everything up perfectly.
“Those who leave everything in God’s hand will eventually see God’s hand in everything.”
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