Small

As you may have read in previous posts, we've made some hard financial decisions this past year. (If you haven't read, yet are curious, click.)

Our rent is due the first of the month. We pay earlier due to Ben's pay schedule and instead of mailing it, our landlords p/u the check (they're mail had been getting lost). I called the beginning of the week to let them know the check was ready. No call back, no picky-upy-the-checky. "Odd" thinks I. I called them again tonight and the wife came by to pick it up. As we were talking about her family and baby (9 mo.....do I even remember those days???) we started rabbit trailing in our conversation and I learned something that made me feel small.

She started talking about how they were Christians and how they'd prayed about us before they agreed to rent to us (Our credit was REALLY screwed up and if I were a landlord I wouldn't have rented to anyone who had a credit history as we did!). She said that God had directed them to rent to us (obvious I know). I almost started to cry. I was amazed. That God would take time out of his busy schedule and place us here, safe and cared for and for a great price. That he had orchestrated all the events to fall into place at just the right time. Maybe it should have made me feel proud. But it humbled me. BIG time. But for God. Where would we be without Him?
With my heart, thank you Papa.