I was afraid
Have you ever suffered with fear?
Have you ever been paralyzed with fear? Unable to move, either physically or psychologically because of fear?
Do you know what FEAR is?
There are many analogies for what fear stands for. My favorite is:
Afraid of allowing a stranger into my home.
Afraid of the unknown.
For many reasons.
But I was also afraid of no heat in a the dead of winter.
So I prayed about a roommate for two solid weeks. I prayed God would send the perfect, God chosen roommate.
And I waited.
I was in a situation I had no control over. I saw no way of being able to afford the house I was living in without a roommate. But I was deeply afraid of what kind of person might show up at my doorstep wanting a place to live. Would they be a normal, honest person? Or would they be a crazy ax murderer?
So I kept praying.
But as October wore on and the days grew shorter and nights longer and colder I finally decided I had to do it. I had to put my trust in the Lord and put the ad in the paper for a roommate.
I worked on the wording with the advertising lady from the paper for a week. When we both felt confident about the wording, I ran the ad.
The morning the paper came out I received a call from a woman with a Southern accent. She left a message telling me how she had just moved here from Tennessee and would like to talk to me about the room for rent.
But because of my fears I waited a couple days before calling her back. Finally, out of desperation, I called her.
She was excited to meet me and see the place.
I, on the other hand, was not excited about any of it.
But out of desperation I suggested we meet because if we didn’t like each other there was no reason for her looking at the house. But I was at work so it would have to be after 5.
She said she’d come to my work and could be there in 5 minutes. She really wanted to meet me.
She arrived in exactly 5 minutes.
Which annoyed me.
How could anyone be that prompt?!?
But there she was . . .
This adorable, impeccably dressed, gray haired, little lady with bright blue eyes, and a sweet smile.
Now I really didn’t like her.
And that sweet southern draaaawl. Yuck!
Wait . . . what was her name?
What? Joyce Ann?
I have a dear friend named Joyce Ann. And she is a wonderful woman.
Should I give her a second chance? Just because of her name?
I tried to be mildly nice and took her down to the front of the building so we could visit a minute.
She was all a buzz about going to look at the house.
She was not picking up on my negative vibes!
I asked if she thought she could afford the rent and utilities on a fixed income. She said she had calculated it and thought she would be fine with the costs.
In a few short minutes I grilled her about her family, her religion, her political views, her . . . you get the picture.
And finally –
I begrudgingly started to tell her how to get to the house.
“You take Highway 491 North, like you are going to Dove Creek. Out there about 15 miles, in the middle of nowhere you’ll come to where the Highway to Dolores takes off at a gas station called Cox Corner.”
She interrupted me and bubbled in her drawl, “Ooooh myyy goooodness, I knooow exaaaactly where you’re taalkin’ about! God has been shoowin’ me thaat area on the map. That’s Highway 184 isn’t it?”
“Yes . . . why?” I asked with an icy edge.
“Thaaat’s whyyyy I caaame here! The Lord led me here. To you! To this house!”
I knew it! “Crazy person” was screaming my head!
She excitedly added “I’ve prayed about this for mooonths and here it is!”
Her talk about prayer starting to break through my frigid exterior.
The more she talked about the Lord the more I paid attention and asked, “What? What are you talking about?”
She proceeded to tell me about how she had wanted to move to either Utah or Oregon where she had helped some friends move to. But the Lord kept laying the Dolores Highway, Highway 184, on her heart.
Guess what Highway I lived off of?
Yep, Highway 184! Turn North off 184 onto Road 22 and drive one mile to Road W. Click right here to see it on Google Maps.
Ok, she finally had my FULL attention.
She told me about her road map and how, before she left her home in Tennessee, she had put a red dot where she believed the Lord was leading her. And she estimated it was within a 2 mile range of my address.
She was a single, disabled woman that had put all her belongings in her car and headed West toward a red dot on a map because of prayer and prompting on her heart from God.
She had been in town a few days and had tried to find a place but nothing had worked out. She was out of money and was going to have to stay in her car that night if she didn’t find a place.
We stood right there in front of the Court House and prayed together before I sent her to go check out where I lived.
She met me there after work and she has been there, or nearby ever since.
She firmly believes I prayed her here.
I firmly believe the Lord works in Very Mysterious ways!
She moved in the end of October and we bought our first propane for the winter in November.
God’s timing is incredible!
But the story doesn’t end there.
This is really just the beginning.
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