What a week, sleep was irrelevant. Our work was never done. We dumped a ton of junk/not needed things until we ran out of our alloted amount of coupons. Our wonderful neighbor Barbie was gracious enough to offer us her coupons... all of them! (Gotta love good neighbors)
The wood floor refinisher showed up at 8am sharp Saturday morning. We hurried down to the family room with our television, a few laptops and our microwave. This was home... oh yes, all 10 of us...for the next two days. Things were not so bad, we sprawled around on our area rug with blankets and watched netflix shows and movies for hours. I took a few peeks at the floor in the entry way and it was beautiful, it shined like glass and was still a bit sticky to the touch.
Later that evening we had an appointment to drop off the second to last dog to a new foster home. As I waited for my husband to load up the truck, I could of sworn I heard footsteps or rather pawsteps upstairs. Naw.... couldn't be, there is just no way the dog is running around upstairs on my new floors! (blank stare) I couldn't move, I just stood there. Tony bolted up the stairs hopping over the entryway area onto the carpeted steps. Moments later he was downstairs with Chrystal. I stood there staring at Tony, the dog and my son who was standing in the garage doorway with an empty collar in his hand, bottom jaw practically touching the floor.
Wasn't too certain if I should believe Tony when he swore to me that the floors were fine, but what choice did I have at that point. I said “Ok, lets go” and we headed out of the door. Thank the Lord that when I mustard up enough courage to walk around upstairs the next day I realized that he wasn't just trying to pacify me. The few scratches that were imprinted were minor and the floors were gorgeous.
By Monday morning the house was rent-ready. We headed out on our way to the car rental agency trying to figure out how we could save some of the whopping $350 plus dollars it was going to cost us to rent a one way van to the Boston airport. When I arrived at the ticket counter, I began to explain to the clerk that the amount for the van was pretty pricey. But as I had no choice in the matter I handed him my credit card. Tony walked up behind me and said “Wait...hold on.” and handed me the cellphone he was speaking on. Tonya Adams, one of my wonderful friends exclaimed “Hey, we just bought a 20 passenger van!” I asked “What?” This was unreal, earlier I had asked God to provide a way for us to conserve the amount of money that we had. She answered “Yeah, We just bought it today, we will take you to the airport tomorrow.” Words can't explain... my heart was full. So I promptly asked for my credit card back and we headed home. Not only did they offer to drive us a little over two hours to the airport the next day, but came over later that night with dinner for us. We had an awesome time and God once again proved that he was paving the way.
A young man that we have loved on and ministered to since he was 14 years old showed up at the house that night also. We had not been in touch with him and he had no idea that we were leaving. We were privileged to meet his 4 day old daughter and pray over her. God has been doing awesome things and has shown his love through his people and his spirit. I reminded myself of his grace and mercy as I noticed that there was an error on our bank account an hour before we left the house, he showed up again and after a few phone calls and some prayer it was fixed.
I type these words on the plane that will take us to Florida before we head to Costa Rica next week. I am at peace because God shows up on time, every time.
