The pain that you’ve been feeling can’t compare to the joy that’s coming. – Romans 8:18
There was a time when I thought everything had to be perfect. This time no longer exists. Let me share a little story with you. We recently hosted my daughters 14th birthday party in our new home. This event took place 1 week after move in and 3 days after Christmas. No, we were not fully prepared for the 20 plus guests that joined us that evening. As I write this, I have yet to locate my silverware, bath rugs, living room wall décor and various other household items I could have sworn I marked clearly on our packing boxes. You see I had to make the most of this opportunity because it mattered most to the excited teenage girl who took it upon herself to invite half of her orchestra class to her new house.
Not very long ago this momma was praying through a storm. Two years ago we abruptly found ourselves without a home to call our own. Through a series of events that left our heads spinning, we lost our home, our vehicles, our main source of income and eventually, all hope. Quickly overstaying our welcome with generous family members, we found our way back to my mother’s home. I thank God that she had the room and the heart to take us in. We are a family of six. Yes, I know…WOW! It was easy to sulk and feel sorry for ourselves. Pity is always an easy choice. For a long time I let it get the best of me. I was sad. I was working and barely making ends meet. My husband was recovering from knee surgery and a terrible back injury that sometimes left him incapable of getting out of bed. It felt like no matter what we tried there was never a light at the end of the tunnel. As much as I crunched numbers, a house was so far out of reach. It was a rough time and not one any of us will soon forget.
After some time of feeling helpless and depressed I knew I had to snap out of this fog. My family was invited to visit an Easter service and we graciously accepted. We had definitely been searching for a home church and we desperately needed some spiritual guidance. That day I let God speak to me. I went with an open heart and I let God in. I knew then that I could never get through this on my own. I understood that the hope I needed was just a prayer away. We needed to let God take control of this situation if we ever wanted to see our way out. I began to pray with a pure and honest heart. I had nothing to hide and nothing left to lose. Until now, I had failed terribly at trying to fix things on my own. I decided to let go and let God. It was not easy, but it was necessary.
The way I thought about a “house” changed significantly in this time. All that really mattered was that my family was together. No perfection required, none of the fluff, just us. We’ve come a long way in the last year. In more ways than one, God came in and literally rescued us. He opened doors that would have never been opened had we not trusted solely in Him. Through his mercy we found our way “home”. And now bath rugs don’t seem that important. The company saw the living room walls a little bare…so what? I love our home. Most importantly I love my God. He brought us through the storm to this place where frivolous things don’t matter anymore. He has taught us gratitude and contentment with what really matters. We’ve learned that God loves us and has great plans for us. We believe there are bigger things in store for us and we live daily in hope and faith. We are reminded that nothing is ever too lost for Him. We learned to wait on God and his undeniable timing. Remember, you may feel completely heartbroken, lost or alone but nothing can compare to the joy that’s coming.