The whole reason I'm not a foster parent yet is because I can't do so in my current living situation. I love living where I do, but financially, a change just hasn't been possible. So while fostering and adoption are my long-term goals, the first thing to happen has to be my moving out. Insert frugality, side jobs, and a hope of getting published here. My plan (which you know is always exactly how things go) was to save like mad and move out some time in the next one to two years.
Annnd this is where God decided to laugh hysterically.
I received news this week that the people I live with need to sell their house. In other words, I'm gonna be moving out a whole lot sooner than planned! At first glance, this seemed to derail my plans in a big way, but after a very anxious 24 hours and numerous talks with God-fearing friends, I came to realize what a huge answer to prayer this is.
- I get to move out. As scary as this week has been, that IS what I wanted.
- Doors have been opened for financial provision, possibly in more ways than one.
- I got to avoid two very awkward conversations that would have had to take place in the future.
- I also get to avoid two situations that would have been guilt-inducing even though I wasn't doing anything wrong.
- If all goes, ahem, according to plan, I could be caring for a foster child by this time next year.
What's funny is that just two posts ago, I ended by saying something along the lines of "Knowing God, the path won't be that straight. I'm pretty sure He'll take this small act of obedience and use it to open a door I never saw coming." And y'all, let me tell you..... I never saw this coming.
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