A Road Less Travelled

“Welcome to the shoebox we call home.”

Saturday Kathey fell again. Actually, she fell twice. We and she decided that she can’t live on her own until we can figure out what wrong with her body. So she had moved in with us temporarily. The idea has been that she will move in with us when we moved into our new house, but it just can’t wait. We are calling this stay a temporary stay with no commitment on her part, but we might find that it has to turn into a permanent thing. But that decision is not yet. With Kathey comes a dog and two birds. The house is kinda full.

Please, please, please pray for us. Pray that Yahweh would grant us peace in this house where we’re stepping on each other’s toes all the time. Please pray that the Great Physician would heal Kathey either by medical means or, quite frankly, I would be satisfied with a miracle. Please pray that God would grant me a servant’s heart. She hasn’t been with us longer than an entire day and already I’ve had moments where I just didn’t wanna. Please pray for us. And pray that our seller would finish the house quickly. We’re looking at about three weeks now. Now, I am not a prophet nor a son of a prophet, but that seems like a long time. Please pray that it would not be.

The thought that I am clinging to with both hands right now is what I said to Bryan when I told him Kathey was coming to stay with us. He said, “You’re going to need a shoehorn to fit her into that house.” He is so right, I figure that if God provided the need then He would provide the shoehorn, too.