But I Thought You Meant……

Miscommunication is a tricky thing. In January I asked my landlord if he had any larger rentals available.   Not only did he say no but he said I could be out by March 1.

I hung up in shock.   What had just happened?

Now,  not to write a novel here but some back story is that I am what is known in the counseling world as a “reactor”.   Meaning, there are people that push buttons and there are people that react to the buttons pushed.

For the past 2 and a half years I have been driven to have a different relationship with God, myself, my family and close friends.   In the past most of my decisions were made during a state of stress or sometimes panic – I would over react and either fight or flee.

So,  I had little placed little notes all around that said…..

“Do Not Panic”

This is a hard lesson to learn, a hard truth to face and a hard path to walk.  My goal is to change my nature.  God has been helping me along the way by gently placing me in situations where the heat is turned up.

But this was setting my brain on fire.

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and said

“I will not panic.”

Then I prayed for the Lord to show me what to do and what NOT to do.

I then sent an email to a friend who  had been encouraging me to begin soap making again but I had told her there was no room.   I guess she had prayed hard because I was obviously moving somewhere…and soon.

She showed up at my work the next day with her hand full of papers of rental houses for me to consider.    Three of which were in the town where I lived and left the second husband in my rear view mirror.

I prayed, looked in my local paper and could not afford anything.   I considered the options in the stack of papers from her.  I asked my mother if she felt the time was right for us to move in together, go back to the small town and make soap.   She resounded with a happy “YES”.   And the move began.

When I called my landlord back to tell him I’d be out by the “deadline” the conversation revealed that he thought that I wanted to move out.   Looking back I can see how he would think that.

A miscommunication that could have ended badly turned out okay.  I

cleaned really hard and got every dime of my deposit back, my mom did also.  We now sit in a beautiful little house built in the 1940’s.   We have planted flowers, herbs, and vegetables in the yard.  There are also 2 soap batches curing nicely.

God is funny. When you ask Him to come into your life and heart He will. The more places in your life you allow Him to come the more involved He will become.  But He will push and pull you into areas you need to be stronger in.

He loves you as you are but He loves you way too much to leave you that way.