You Need to Move the Truck
Before my husband headed back to California he emphasized that I needed to move the twenty-six-foot moving truck. The thought alone overwhelmed me and pushed it to the back of my mind. Moving the truck meant more than driving it, it meant asking permission to park it on a property that wasn’t yet ours.
Often when people don’t know where to start they procrastinate. That was me. I didn’t know the who, how or where to begin the process. Unsure and uncomfortable with the situation I ignored his direction. Distractions abounded as our kids clearly felt the kilter of their world moving.
Between selling properties, packing, moving, an ill family member, staying in a new environment and preparing to go back full-time work, I was already maxed out. As I impatiently mismanaged my kids I realized these were the moments that mattered. Nothing like a little added pressure on myself, right?
When we near a finish line it’s easy to become sloppy with our form. Though I’d wake and read my bible my attitude waned dramatically. Frustration grew and I pleaded with God for help. I knew I couldn’t do it alone.
I wish I could say that supernaturally God set all things right, but that’s rarely how things shake out. Moments like these, the thick struggles of life, are what grow us, though I don’t know that I grew more than a greater awareness of my fallen nature and that of my children.
I wish I could say I was that mom that kept her cool, anchored her kids through a stormy transition and shined like Moses after the Holy Spirit did a fly by. I can’t.
However, I did pray.
I never gave up.
The ranch lacked cellular capabilities and internet connection. My husband drove states away and we couldn’t communicate. If something happened to him I wouldn’t know until I went down the road. That night with every toss and turn I prayed for his safety, for his mom, for our real estate transactions and over the life ahead but I didn’t not sleep.
Jesus is Bigger than Coffee
After breakfast as the kids and I headed to my school we detoured to the Starbucks in Safeway. Jesus is bigger than coffee, but coffee sure is comforting after a sleepless night.
Waiting for my latte a woman said, “Hello!”. I looked over and the owner of the property we were purchasing greeted me. Our transaction should have closed a week prior and I was embarrassed and troubled that we were inconveniencing her. She couldn’t close on her new home until we closed. We couldn’t close on the property until our buyers closed….and now I needed to ask her if we could park our moving truck on her property.
The Ultimate Schmo
I like to bring happiness, smiles, cheers, encouragement to people and now I was part of the problem. My pride hurt and I felt like the ultimate schmo. I knew I needed to ask, that our moving truck wasn’t secure in the casino parking lot. Already it had been there too long….
After apologizing for the inconvenience our transactions were causing this one and reassuring her of our intent and ability to close (though I was growing nervous) I courageously asked, “I know it’s a lot to ask, but is there any chance you would allow us to park our moving truck on the property?”
Her enthusiastic yes surprised me.
When we need to do something, God will pave the way and offer an opportunity.
I still needed to physically move the beast…