In case anyone hasn’t been in the loop here’s the rundown of my past month:  I got a job while visiting a friend in MA, and after a certain amount of time I had to leave the friend’s place to go find somewhere else to stay.  Well, for a while there I couldn’t find diddly-squat, and I ended up staying with friends and mom came down and there was a hotel involved and the entire time I was still working and praying about finding a place and slowly but surely ended up losing my shame, dignity, mind, temper, and my shit.  Basically, over the past weekend I felt like I had nothing left to lose and that it was nut up or shut up time.  Then Tink’s dad told me to take a look at a store that apparently had a post about a room for rent on the other side of town, and so I tracked down the little tiny index card and called the number and set up a meeting. 
My mom and I set out from our pastor’s house where she’d been working on a puzzle and I’d been pretending to nap but ending up praying about some things and went to check out the place.  We’d driven by it earlier to make sure we knew where we were going and how far away from the commuter rail it was, and it’s maybe .3 miles.  Not bad at all.
So the man we met was really nice, had the best name ever, and he brought us right in to the house.  This is the first thing I saw.

“Is that a suit of armour in the corner of the living room?”
My interest was piqued, to say the least.  Landlord showed us the kitchen area then took us up to look at the room. 

In case there is any doubt amongst you nay-sayers and the like, I would like to list all of the ways that this room matches up with what I need right now.

  • $550 a month, all included
  • Furnished with a new mattress and adorable wicker furniture
  • Esthetically pleasing, nice windows and soft afternoon light
  • Located in a central area that is near the train
  • Washer and dryer downstairs that I get to use for free

Basically, after the washer/dryer statement my jaw dropped and I told the guy he was answering my prayers.  I had already signed the contract thing, so it was a done deal anyway, but I had to let him know.  Turns out, he’s a christian, and the two other women who live in the house are christians, one of them is a working nun (!!!) and those cool suits of armour?  There’s one in the living room and one next to the front door as reminders to put on the full armour of God.  If that weren’t enough, my future-landlord said that next month they are re-plastering the walls in my room and if I wanted to pick out a color for the walls I could.  And there’s an adorable wrap around porch in the front of the house that would be perfection for lemonade in the summer.
So I have a room.  I have a home base, starting tomorrow.  I absolutely don’t know what to do with myself.  I don’t know what to think of anymore since I have been putting all of my focus on praying and worrying about finding a place.  I’ve pretty much just been riding the excitement and joy wave that this has created, and got to do it extra hard over the phone when I told Tink about it.  She even pointed out that it’s possible that God made me wait for the room so that my boss would up my hours, since last week she offered to give me 30 to 35 hours a week.  And if that’s not proof enough that God has a way with these things, when I told the landlord where I found the sign for the room, at the store on that tiny note-card, he told me that he put the card up months ago. 
So listen up folks, here’s what I want any and everyone to remember when it comes to this story:  Sometimes you need to be patient and pray harder than you’re used to and actually get other people involved and so many other things that you didn’t expect or want.  But in the end, God provides.  He just did it for me, and I’ve seen him do it for others, and I can’t even write much more than this simple fact at this point in time.  God provides.  It’s not always in the ways we thought he would, and sometimes what we plan isn’t as good as his plan.  It doesn’t really matter, because he will always be able to do what he wants with who he wants.

“Lord, you have assigned me my portion and my cup; you have made my lot secure.  The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; surely I have a delightful inheritance.  I will praise the Lord, who counsels me; even at night my heart instructs me.  I have set the Lord always before me.  Because he is at my right hand, I will not be shaken.” – Psalm 16:5&6