Come What May

One thing I have learned about life through the last 7 or so years is that God’s plan is always better than my own. I’ve experienced this so many times, particularly from big life decisions, like house purchases and things like that – every time I come up with what the “plan” is going to be, more often than not that “plan” fails and something much better happens – something that I usually couldn’t have planned out even if I tried.

This happening once or twice could certainly be chalked up to coincidence or a fluke of nature, but in a world with Murphy’s law as the way things usually work, I would be hard pressed to attribute the wonderful things that have happened in my life to pure chance. The circumstances that had to be lined up just right for me to meet and end up marrying Brad, the time frame of purchasing our first house that set us up so well financially for being so young. The timing of Brad’s self employment and that working out so well for the time needed to be home with the boys and the connections that created that were such a tremendous blessing in the transition when he decided to go back into the non self employed work force. Even the timing of the decision for him to find a job elsewhere and the application process of that – thinking he had found the “perfect” job that he didn’t get, only to be hired on at build.com – with a job that he couldn’t have designed or asked for to be more perfect for him and our family. Each of these hold a story of their own of how God’s plan is far superior to mine. More importantly is the story of how God cares for his children.

However, it’s funny (and rather stupid) how we can be shown time and time again a truth like this yet when a circumstance faces us where trust and faith in God’s plan and provision should be the first thing we go to, we instead fall back to creating our own plan, trusting in our own strength, and putting the trust and faith in God’s plan and provision at the end of the list – if on the list at all. I’m certainly not saying to not work towards a solution to a problem; I remember the analogy of trusting God to save your sinking ship – but keep rowing to shore.

Part of the decision when we moved to Chico was to keep our house in Marysville and use it as a rental. At the time the prospects of getting a tenant was very promising. However we are now a month into it being available for someone to rent it and it still is empty. With our first mortgage payment kicking in on our new house in Chico this is causing some obvious stress. We have a few more months until it’s “panic” time, and we have options to not let it get to the “panic” stage – but I’ve spent the last few days stressing and putting the faith and trust in God’s plan and provision in the back of my mind – if at all.

Not anymore.

We’re still working hard on getting tenants. But I trust that everything is going to work out.


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7/3/12 – We just got an email from the property management company that a year lease was just signed! Praise God!