This move has taught me many things. As I walked last week I felt the Lord say to me that the realization of wanting and needing to relocate was a surrender.
Isn’t that an interesting concept? I am not a contemplative writer, nor a contemplative thinker. But, I do ponder and my heart and spirit are always open to hear what the Spirit is saying to me.
Interesting, Lord – and I get it. I have surrendered to the knowing that I’m not 55 years old any longer and that living in the mountains was becoming harder and harder. I have surrendered to the knowing that I did not want to have so much “stuff.” I have surrendered to the fact that I never wanted my daughter to have to go there and sort through it all.
THAT is how our, God and my, conversation went two or so weeks ago as Sam and I walked through the town on sidewalks. I say that because it is one of the things I told my husband I wanted when we moved. A neighborhood with houses, people, and sidewalks.
We both had to surrender.
Surrendering is not succumbing. We surrendered to what we both knew was truth and God’s direction for our life. There is great joy and peace in surrender.
Never for one moment do I want anyone to even ‘think’ I am a believer in luck. I am not. I am a believer in a Sovereign God who is faithful, kind, encouraging, and full of hope and life. A God who still speaks to His own – now don’t go all legalistic on me – I cannot imagine a person who has been born-again by the complete work of Jesus Christ’s life, death, resurrection, and imminent return, to not hear Him. Most of you know what I mean and for those who don’t – I’m terribly sorry!
Years ago I desperately needed to hear from the Lord about a hard situation. I was praying and praying and praying, begging the Lord for a sign, if you will. He gave. I was walking out of my husband’s woodshop, crying out to the Lord in my spirit for this situation and I looked down and saw it – a 4-leaf clover.
Sidenote: As a child I was forever searching for them. I would sit in a sea of clover and beg God to let me find one (I used to sit on the wall of the inlet and pray to catch fish too!) – I just never was able to find that desired quad-leafed clover!
That particular day as I cried out and I reached down and plucked the emerald gem from its patch – I thanked the Lord.
Several years later (2012), another need arose. I walked to the end of our country road, stood on the bridge over a babbling creek and cried out to the Lord again! “Father, I need to know You are in and over this situation.” I walked up the dirt road and right under my next step? A four-leaf clover. “Yes, Lord, thank You.”
Several years after that, another family crisis. I mean, for months – perhaps longer, I prayed. I cried. I beseeched. I begged. “God, I need a sign.” I was walking through the yard, right below a gutter leak – rising above a little patch of green. Four leaves. “Yes, Lord, thank You.”
Three incidents (how many kids do I have? wink, wink) God’s confirmation was given to me in a four-leaf clover! In between those desperate times? I never found one!
This past spring, as we went through the process of selling our home of 30 years, I kept asking the Lord for His sign that this is the right thing to be doing. I walked through the yard and ‘looked.’ Never saw what I yearned to see. I prayed for God’s good, acceptable, and perfect will. I asked Him to roadblock the sale IF it wasn’t what He wanted us to do.
He began opening little windows of light. After two disappointments with two different couples, couple #3 showed up. The rental near my daughter’s home became available. My husband finished a huge wood project.
Lord, is this going to happen? Are You going to move us? Will we get out of the $ale what we need? Lord, I need Your sign. I need Your blessing.
We struck out in faith. We signed a lease for the flat. We began moving our stuff. I moved my work office and on June 9th we spent our first night. I kept asking the Lord, “Are we good? Is this going to be okay? YOU know we cannot carry two home$ for very long.”
Tuesday morning, June 12th, 6:15 a.m., Sam and I began, what has become, our normal morning walk. Sam stopped to water a tree and I looked down – there it was (photo above). I reached down and plucked it and put the stem in my mouth because those things tend to wither quickly! I walked 40 minutes with that four-leaf clover in my mouth. I thanked the Lord and you know what He said to me when I asked Him what took so long?
Why would I have given you this any other place but here? This is your new home. Everything is going to work out fine.
Yes, Lord, thank You.
Seventeen long days later we closed on the house. We got exactly what we asked. We were living exactly where we wanted.
Luck? NO CHANCE.
I like to call it HOPE fulfilled.