“It looks like I found a roommate, and I think we
also found an apartment.”
My son’s news was an answer to prayer. Since my
youngest son and I moved and my oldest decided to stay behind where his job is,
he has needed a new living situation. I have been extremely concerned that he
would suddenly need to leave his temporary home and find himself with no place
to go. He has been living alone, which clearly wasn’t healthy for him. The more
time that ticked away without any leads on a roommate, the more I thought God
might be giving me the true desire of my heart—that he would decide he was
tired of being so far away from his mom and little brother and join us where we
are, near his grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins. Instead, he found a
roommate at the eleventh hour. And an apartment. And he was clearly excited
about it.
“That’s great.”
We chatted about the furniture that was available
for him if he wanted it, moving dates, and financial details, and the whole
time my heart cried out, “God, this isn’t
what I wanted. I thought you would send him here.”
But somehow I knew this was His answer, at least for
now. At my son’s age I was already married. Most of his friends now live away
from home. Joining us would mean leaving a job he loves and all his friends.
Maybe he will get lonely for his family later, but for now I need to support
his decision and be happy for him, which I am. At least he won’t be living
alone under a ticking clock anymore. I have been praying that God would work in
his life in a big way and so have many others, so living with friends must be
part of that. Who knows what plan God has in mind?
When I chose to move in November, I know my friends
wanted me to stay, but they supported my need to be close to family, helped me
pack, gave me a going away party, and smothered me with hugs until my youngest
and I pulled out of town. Now it’s my turn to do the same, because that’s what
we do when we truly want God’s best for those we care about. As painful as it
is, sometimes we need to recognize that we are getting what we prayed for even
if it doesn’t look that way.
When have you prayed hard for someone only to be forced
to let go of them? When have you seen a supposed “wrong” answer to prayer become
the right one?
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