Confession… not every day in parenting is a bed of roses… last week, our kids had some difficulty sleeping and confessed it was due to a fear of not having a place to stay when we need to move out end October…
Truly, this season, it has been outstandingly difficult to find good housing. Back home, every house has its basic 4 walls, sealed windows, a door that locks properly. Over here, these can’t be taken for granted.
Then one night, I had a dream… I dreamt of our family was in an earthquake. And as the world shook and wobbled, we reached out our hands to hold one another and as we looked at one another, the earthquake stopped and we smiled.
As I shared this story with our girls, I shared I felt God was telling us that in spite of all the uncertainties and instabilities, as long as we held onto one another as pillars, we would be all right. In our family and God at the center, would lie our strength.
Just two days ago, I couldn’t believe my eyes when a new friend I’d made that day introduced me to a temporary home that ticked all the checkboxes. 😭😭😭
In a place where airbnb or housing systems don’t always work the way you expect, this was a miracle. At an unbelieveable local rate, and yet verified by friends who’d lived there recently.
My girls continue to witness and learn, that when God closes the door, it’s always because He hasn’t led us to the right home yet.
Our next step is to pray for housing in Mississauga, Canada in Dec and Jan. Sometimes it’s easy to believe God will come through for us when it’s ministry or service related (like in Tanzania). But I also believe He cares about our families, like visiting Cliff’s parents.
I know it’s the life we chose when we said goodbye to our homes back home. So we ll keep trusting and keep believing. Thank you for believing with us!