I left my home last month for parts unknown. Well, I know where I went, but some people aren't in on the plan and I would prefer that they remain clueless. When I left I had the sketchiest of plans. I just knew I had to go. I knew that I couldn't stay. As events unfolded it was plain that I couldn't go back to stay. It began to dawn on me that I was homeless.
I had a little moment. I wasn't sure where I was going to return to. I had no place. After my brief little moment I prayed. I left it to God to find me a place to live. I told the Lord that I trusted in His care. A little later it occurred to me that I could stay in a hotel for a while. I felt that God was assuring me that I wouldn't be homeless, living out of my car, which is what I had pictured during my little moment.
As I headed back towards home God laid out a plan for me. All I had to do was to be willing and ask. I found a temporary place to live before I returned to town. It had a quick expiration date for the stay, but it bought me a little time. A breather if you will. Then someone stepped up and offered me a little longer stay while I look for a more permanent home.
The Lord had a plan for me. A future full of hope and not disaster. His care is always present. It is not up to me. I can have faith, hope and trust in His grace. Truly I am floating on a stream of His grace. Things have unfolded in ways I could not have imagined. I feel so loved and cared for by my God.