A Road Less Travelled

Well, folks today was one of those days. A co-worker of days long past (thank God) used to call days like today very days. Very up and very down.

So, today we had to scrub the house from top to middle and hide the fact that real, live people live here while still maintaining that homey touch. People and James were going to be showing up at 2 to look at the house and show the house respectively. We scrubbed and hid and then made a break for the door. We then went to the bank and I found out that I hadn’t read some very important fine print or at least hadn’t really understood one of those financial terms. Nothing bad, just not as good as I had expected. And then we went to Samaritan to eat lunch. As we were pulling in at around 2:40 we get a call from Seth who got a call from James who said that nobody showed. I was angry.

We sat down and ate lunch and started batting around different ideas for housing situations. Possibilities that were not immediately booed down included borrowing a Winnebago and parking it in front of the Lansberry residence, borrowing a cabin from someone somewhere, moving in with one of Seth’s coworkers who has a big house, seven children and uncertain water, the warehouse at Samaritan and a tent pitched in the Lansberry’s back yard. Jonathan was fairly sure his wife Carrie would kill him if he offered us his home, but he offered to let me move in with them. We agreed that would be a bad idea, though I appreciated the thought.

Crystal ended up leaving me and the children at Samaritan to come home and blow out a candle. While she was here making dinner to take back to Samaritan she looked into other housing possibilities. They were all variations on bad. My favorite was the place whose first question was about Crystal’s criminal history. And then she got a call. The people who lived two houses down from the Lansberry’s were willing to rent us their house. They promise not to sell it until we move, we are already on very good terms with them and the house comes with a washer and dryer. Of all the possibilities this house was my favorite. And God decided to give it to us. And we weren’t even supposed to hear back about it until tomorrow. So, tonight I can go to bed with a better certainty of where I will lay my head next week.

Hallelujah! Praise Jehovah! O, my soul, Jehovah praise! I will sing the glorious praises of my God through all my days!