When the Brook Died
My father-in-law put his foot down. He refused to allow me to take advantage of him "a day longer" than we agreed. We had already proven to be the nightmare case of "boomerang kids"--his daughter, his grandson, and myself--having lived under his roof for almost a calendar year. Now, with the final deadline looming, he was in no mood to give an extension--even if I was waiting to hear back about an application to an apartment complex.
I was terrified because I could not imagine where I could house my family until our new accomodations were finalized. Since my financial collapse the year before, I had saved up enough for the down-payment and the month-and-a-half security, but I didn't see a way I could also afford a hotel stay in the interim. But I knew I couldn't miss Dad's deadline; he might not have thrown us to the curb, but I would have destroyed any vestiges of his patience and my own dignity.
Quite miraculously, though, my wife was approached by our Church Mother--an octogenarian living alone in a two-floor duplex with a spare bedroom--who told her she dreamed we asked to stay with her for a while. We had carefully concealed our troubles from our church family, so I could only explain the offer as divine intervention. Our brook Cherith had dried up, but God had prepared a widow in Zarephath. We stayed with Mother until we signed the lease to our new apartment three weeks later.
The Lord will uphold us through any trial or adversity. He shows up in the nick of time.
I was terrified because I could not imagine where I could house my family until our new accomodations were finalized. Since my financial collapse the year before, I had saved up enough for the down-payment and the month-and-a-half security, but I didn't see a way I could also afford a hotel stay in the interim. But I knew I couldn't miss Dad's deadline; he might not have thrown us to the curb, but I would have destroyed any vestiges of his patience and my own dignity.
Quite miraculously, though, my wife was approached by our Church Mother--an octogenarian living alone in a two-floor duplex with a spare bedroom--who told her she dreamed we asked to stay with her for a while. We had carefully concealed our troubles from our church family, so I could only explain the offer as divine intervention. Our brook Cherith had dried up, but God had prepared a widow in Zarephath. We stayed with Mother until we signed the lease to our new apartment three weeks later.
The Lord will uphold us through any trial or adversity. He shows up in the nick of time.
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