A Look Back

I promised last year that I would fill you in on how God supplied  renters for our home in Tigard so I am finally getting to it.  

We had secured a house in Silverton on faith that God would bring a renter for our house in Tigard.  We'd been through quite a few showings with nothing promising coming from them.  In fact, it was down right disheartening.  At the beginning, I had prayed that our renters might be Christians, but had long given that up when I started seeing the applicants.  However, God is bigger than my faith.          
 Many of the people who were interested were not an option in our minds.  It was almost funny. There were times when I wondered if there was a hidden camera involved and it was all a big joke.  We had the 5 shifty women who toured the house with out hardly uttering a word--they were smokers and also truly seemed like they could be on the run or something worse.   Then there was the gal with a restraining order who was trying to hide from an abusive husband.  And then who could forget the people who had lost their million dollar home on Murray Hill and were desperately looking for a place to fit all there stuff?  She spent the entire time telling me in a Jersey accent how great her house was(which she claimed was built by the Russian mafia) and how no house could measure up and she wouldn't be happy anywhere.    Meanwhile her husband(whose scent of choice was BO and cigarette smoke) was captivating my husband's ear off with stories of patents and technology experiences.  She finally gave up waiting on him to finish his stories and sat down in my living room to further insult the house and take calls from her son about other houses for rent.    All this made the mormon family who could only give us a 4 month lease look awfully good.  I think we scared them off by calling them and leaving messages offering all sorts of appliances and furniture if they would just sign.  We were really getting down to the wire when we showed the house to the professional poker player and his wife.  He had just won $50,000 in the poker world series and was hoping we wouldn't run a credit check.  Oh, and they wanted to move half their extended family in with them.  It was weird.  He gave off a vibe that made us almost trust him--gold chains and all.  Must be how he did so well at poker?
Anyway, it was the Friday morning before our Saturday move.  I woke up and opened my Bible to Psalm 37.   Verse 5 said: "Commit your way to the Lord; trust in Him, and He will act."  I couldn't believe how pointedly it applied.  I knew I had a million things to do to prepare for the moving truck the next day and was unable to devote any more thought or anxiety to how we'd make this work.  If God was in this, He would provide."Okay, Lord", I prayed, "I need to pack so You are going to have to act."    And then I got on with my day.
That evening, in the midst of the mess and craziness, I got a call.  I could tell on the phone this person was different from the rest.  He didn't want to impose but I told him he better just come on over.   They showed up while we were loading the truck.  There were 5 guys who wanted to share the house together.  I could tell when I opened the door that these were the ones God had provided.  It turned out that they went to a couple of good churches we knew about and seemed to know the Lord.   They were excited about our move to help minister in our church in Mt Angel.  They wanted to sign a rental agreement!  They didn't smoke and they actually seemed honest and responsible.  God had acted.  Did I mention we were loading the truck?    I think He wanted me to "get it".  That all this doesn't depend on me.  That not only do I not need to be anxious, but I shouldn't be.  We had been praying. "Lord we think this is what you want, but it would sure be nice if you would confirm it."  This eleventh hour answer did more to confirm it to me than if we had had it all lined up for weeks.  Because of our crazy life, I needed this assurance that we were doing what God wanted.  I've had to look back on this provision more than once to remind me of how God acted to get us here.
God blessed us with great renters this past year. But now, 4 of the 5 guys are getting married and will be moving out by mid-September.    Once again, I find myself looking back to what God has done to remind myself of what He can do again.   As we wrap up this 11th move in 16 years, I find myself sort of disoriented.  My life isn't what I planned.  But I am moment by moment reassured that God is weaving that tapestry.  I can only focus on one thread at a time.  I am slowly finding that I don't even want to see the whole thing anymore, because all I can handle is that one thread in front of me.  All I can do is commit it to Him and trust that He is acting--fashioning it all into something beautiful.