Sixteen Eight

We've been going through a lot lately in our family. Realistically it's no more or less than anyone else. We all have our stuff, and our stuff is important to us. God understands that, and we're not in a competition about whose stuff is better or worse.

Our stuff is complicated, as most stuff is. My mother in law came to live with us, after another fall and her doctor's determination that she should not drive or live alone anymore. Forty-three years is a long time to be mistress of your own domain, and the transition to sharing space with people again is a challenging one, but we are all learning and adapting to our newest family member here in Houston.

We're in the process of buying a house. We were supposed to close today at noon, and I had a carefully laid out plan of how we would get things done, getting John out to El Paso to empty his mother's storage unit, moving big stuff from our apartment to the house, even friends who kindly offered to take Sarah on Saturday so I could manage things without my helper.

Tuesday evening we found out there was additional documentation the underwriter decided they needed, and so our closing moved from Thursday to the following Tuesday afternoon.

I will admit, there was a moment of sheer panic. Our lease is up at the end of October, and we have no backup plan. My carefully laid plan fell apart in front of my eyes, and there was a short period of time that I wondered if the whole thing was falling apart.

And then I remembered that God's timing is not necessarily my timing. I've put my faith and trust in him, and I know that he will work this out for good for our family. He has always worked things out for good before, and this is one thing that is now out of my hands, and in his totally. Ever see those "God is my co-pilot" bumper stickers? Well for my sake, I need God to be the pilot, because if I'm the one responsible for flying, this sucker is going down.

And so I won't let this shake me, or my faith, or the greater plan God has for all this stuff we're dealing with right now. As the song says, he gives beauty for ashes, strength for fear, gladness for mourning, and peace for despair.

Maybe the reason we're not moving this weekend is the torn-up parking lot at our apartment complex, that we didn't know about until we got home yesterday. Maybe it's so that John can be with me the whole time we move. Heck, maybe the forecast is wrong and we'll have lots of rain the next couple of days, and wouldn't get much moved anyway.

Whatever the reason, I'm trusting in the one who writes my story and guides me on my way. He's got a much better plan than mine, and I'm so happy I get to be part of it.