Tuesday, April 3, 2012


So yesterday was a trying day.  We met with the loan officer and found out that because we have to push our closing back again we will definitely lose our 3.85 interest rate.  A definite bummer as it will add almost 60 dollars a month to our monthly mortgage.  And with no definite end in site, we can in no way even lock in at today's rate.  So I guess it will mean another month in an outrageously expensive corporate housing and no paycheck.  I am trying to have faith in all that is happening.  But as of yesterday all I could see was debt piling up and no way to combat it.  I have always been the only one with the ability to fend off financial problems because I have a job that allows for it.  I would just pick up a shift.  In this instance I feel like I am hog tied and smothering and I am just trying to be patient without losing my mind.  So today as I sat in the ridiculously expensive corporate housing waiting to go and see my new home, angry that the Realtor has pushed the time back an hour cutting into my already tight scheduled trip to Atlanta, I found  myself trying to breathe and to remember that I am exactly where the Lord wants me to be.  I made one last trip to the mailbox to see if the package I desperately needed by today had arrived, it had not..... and I got into the car.  It was on the way out that I got one of many slap in the face confirmations I have had to receive in my life from the Lord.  (He knows me and this is the kind of revelation I do best with.)  As I was pulling out of the complex I noticed a UPS truck in front of another building.  I passed it not giving it a second thought and than it occurred to me that my package was being shipped UPS.  I quickly turned around and parked beside the truck waiting for the driver.  When he came out I asked him if he might possibly have a package for apt 1217.  He did and that is when my attitude changed.  Not because of the package per say but because once again the Lord had reminded me that he knows me personally and that he has a hand in EVERYTHING, including me receiving my package before my week long trip to Atlanta.  If my Realtor hadn't been running late I would have never had the opportunity to see the truck and receive my shipment.  So if things aren't happening exactly as we had hoped or expected I am OK with that.  Because I know that someone much greater than I knows exactly what is best for me.  He loves me and as long as I am in tune to his whisperings (that is if I can keep my grumbling down) he will bless me.  And I am so very grateful for that gift.