My breath caught in my throat. I wanted to sit down, but I was surprised and excited. "What idea?" There was too much to communicate.
He didn't know I had been praying. He didn't know I had asked for this. He didn't know any of that.
The next few minutes were exhilarating. That tiny 401k. Find a place. Get something started that we could own. We would lose investment in the process, but it would be a better return than renting while paying into that 401k.
Looking back now, it was truly a curveball, left-field idea that saved our lives and our family time and time again. We had no idea what we were in for the next twelve months, or the next eight years. We did not know then that I would have a tumor, we would be swamped with debt, that we would push through for another child, only to have a car accident that repeated the cycle of frustration and tears.
We didn't know then that because of this decision, we would be able to stay in a home we own through all of that. We signed up for a lifestyle that no one else wanted but no one else could have navigated what happened in the years to follow, either.
We had a property inside of that first year, with a house on it. We camped in the house until it was fixed up just a bit better. We then spent years of ups and downs hurting and recovering, dipping down to the bottom of the barrel to keep going, only being able to have peace some nights because the home was ours and not the bank's.
We could not have known all that, then. So what sounded like an "idea," was more than that. It was a Divine key to our provision for the coming decade. It was God reaching through a time of massive confusion and giving us a spark of clarity that has sustained us through dark times ever since... and also given us a peaceful place to heal in the seasons.
We could not have known. But God did. Thank you God, for your idea.
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