Waiting on The Lord is challenging for anyone at any stage in their walk with Him. How much can our faith stretch before we make it round that final bend? Will it snap before we get there? Or will we just make it, muscles burning, legs collapsing underneath us?
It is a little bit like running a race, except for two things. In a race, you've usually had time to intentionally prepare. And, you know when you're in the final stretch. There is a measurable distance that you know you will cover. You've watched the mile markers as you've cruised along, and even if you're dog tired, you still know that you only have a limited distance left before you're finished. Believe it or not, I've actually run a half-marathon. I was tired. I wanted to stop in mile 11, but because I knew just how much longer I had to go and because I also knew that I had run that distance before in training, I was able to keep my head in the game and not give up.
|Our One Bedroom Apartment When We First Moved In - 2 Kiddos.|
|Laundry Room, Family "Closet", and Kids' Favorite Play Area (aka Living Room) - 3 Kiddos.|
|Our Apartment Building - Before Kiddos, 1 Kiddo, and 2 Kiddos.|
But I learned a lot in that process about waiting and more than that, I learned about trusting God.
|The Dining "Room", October 2012 - 4 Kiddos.|
We didn't have the kind of income that allowed us to just pack up and move into whatever home seemed appealing to us. In fact, with three (soon to be four) kids and one salary, things were generally pretty tight. We always had what we needed, but an increase in rent by nearly $1,000 a month was really out of the question. It had to be the Lord's provision.
As I said before, we had prayed and searched for housing for several months before Jeremiah was born. And we weren't getting anywhere. By summer 2012, our half-joking predictions that we could make our one bedroom apartment work with as many as four children were coming true. Our living room was our master bedroom, laundry room, family closet, office, music room, play room, and living room. It worked. Barely.
|The Kids' Room - 3 Kiddos.|
We had, up until that point, assumed that we should stay in the New York area. Much of this decision was based on our involvement in our church. We didn't feel like we could just pick up and leave while we carried so much ministry responsibility. In this, we had been putting our ministry outside the home above our family's needs. Moving out of the area was not on our radar. But when the police come knocking on your door all because your two-year-old won't go to sleep without milk and your newborn is hungry and waiting for Mom to park the car so he can eat, you start to think outside the box.
|Walking Home from the Car - 2 Kiddos.|
|Kitchen - 3 Kiddos.|
We had turned the corner, made it round the bend. The Lord had heard our prayers and lifted up our cause. Our waiting had ended and we were ready for a new adventure!
To be continued...