herlucidlife

God used my work and faith to produce more than what I needed. My name on the lease. God’s apartment in my signature. Right on time. It’s more than a miracle it’s God using my work for something greater. Working long hours to provide proof of my financial reliability. Feeling as though I had nothing to show for the long work hours. I realized I didn’t need to show anything but God was going to prove everything I needed. Faith has been tested, tried and proved to be stronger than my yearning for things to be easy. No longer assuming things will go as I planned, I leave room for God’s plan.  

Pulling up to the leasing office of the apartment I applied for on July 27th. I made sure to keep contact so the manager wouldn’t forget about me. Submitting proof of income, not one hour later he called me to say that I’d been approved and I could move in whenever I was ready. Shouting to the top of my lungs, God came through. Right on time, never late. With more than enough funds to take care of every need. Doubt can be a tool used to strengthen willpower in God. Fear can be used to straighten the back and walk forward anyway. 

My things tucked away into my humble abode. Letting it sink in that God blessed my hard work. The mind likes to jump to the next thing but this miracle can not be skipped over. For years I’ve wanted to let go of the house, a structure I did not own yet gave my all to. Already I love the process of renting, the ease of taking care of a little less so my mind can focus on other areas of life. God!! I’m so grateful I no longer have to worry about yard work, HOAs, the high cost of maintenance and so much more. A weight has been lifted. Changing my address, taking care of the logistics…I even have renters insurance! STOKED! Isn’t even the word. 

Family will soon receive my new address. I’m hopeful, grateful and realistic about the twists and turns of life. I thank God for the wins lately. Lord knows I needed them. Mom visited me in a dream my first night in the apartment. She wouldn’t talk to me. I kept shouting “why won’t you talk to me?!?!” Silence, as she kept throwing my things into the apartment…oddly helping me move in. Her actions said rage and anger but her face was peaceful with a slight smile. She never wanted me to sell the house though I know she’d be proud of the faith and courage I’ve given this new phase of life. 

She’d understand that obedience to God is more important than obedience to a ghost. I moved states for the love of my life, not “a man” but my person. It’s easy to belittle it but honestly people have moved for less and if love is the most important spiritual principle then we all should be picking up for love. Moving to love him, in turn has been the most loving move I could’ve made for myself. He is an instrument in this quest to love myself deeper, more than a man…he is my God given tool.