I remember the excitement when the phone call came. “We just have to finalize it, but you can schedule that moving truck,” the Midwestern man’s voice exclaimed. Expectantly, we did.
We waited.
But the paperwork never arrived. Weeks later, the same voice apologized on the phone. Unforeseen circumstances arose. The position was cancelled. We’re weren’t moving to Iowa. We were moving though… we had to.
We waited.
Living out of suitcases at my in-laws’ house, we sought work.
We waited.
My husband showed me a job listing. It wasn’t what was expected. We knew one person in the whole region. But the Lord said yes with perfect clarity and abundant confirmation. One Skype interview and a phone offer later, we were scheduling another moving truck. This one was bound for the unknown of Minnesota.
With just two weeks to prepare and little in the bank, we signed a lease online with high hopes.
We’d waited.
The Lord had made the way. We believed it.
Then we pulled up to the apartment complex….
Read the rest of the wild story over on Abby McDonald’s Anchored Souls Series, where I’m honored to be included.
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