It Started with a Prayer

Story # 1 - “Dear God, are we where You want us to be right now?” It has been a frequent prayer for our family. Sometimes it’s just a status check kind of prayer, and sometimes it’s a deeper question. In either case, it’s one that Alan prayed one night in October before going to sleep. I didn’t know anything about the prayer or what caused him to ask the question. The next morning I went to the kitchen where Alan was already making breakfast. He was so excited that before I could say anything, he told me about his prayer. So I asked the question…and Did God answer you? “Yes!” “Okay, what did He say?” “He said ‘Yes son, you are where I want you to be right now.’” I must have looked dumb-founded. Alan looked a little hurt when he stated “Well, you’ve had direct answer to prayer before.”

Story # 2 – I inherited my mother’s share of the family townhouse in Wimberley, TX. My uncle, Rod, owned the other share. He and my Dad used the townhouse off and on for years until my aunt and uncle moved from Beaumont, TX to retire in their new home in Wimberley. Now Rod was ready to sell the townhouse. We listed it for 6 months without much interest from buyers. Then we relisted with our agent, and while we were trying to decide on whether or not to remodel the unit, we decided to drop the price substantially. When Rod proposed the new list price, I did some quick math, and figured out how much my share of a sale would be, if it were to sell for the asking price; something I didn’t expect, but hey, we were entering the season of miracles. Then I asked Alan how much it would take to pay off our own house. The numbers were close.

Two Stories Merge – A few days after lowering the price on the townhouse, I received an early morning e-mail from Rod that we had an offer on the townhouse. Not just any offer, but a full-asking price, cash offer. I had read that e-mail just moments before walking into the kitchen to hear about Alan’s prayer. My “dumb-founded” look had nothing to do with Alan receiving a direct answer to prayer. It was more a look of amazement at what God had done overnight. He not only told Alan we were where we are supposed to be right now, He had provided the money to completely pay for our house! The whole sale process went at lightning speed. We were not supposed to close until 30 November, but since this was a cash sale, we could close earlier. We did. The paperwork flew through e-mail, fax, and FedEx. I drove 3 hours round trip in one afternoon to have documents notarized and overnighted back to the title company. Rod handled the inspection and repairs, clean out, and other on-the ground stuff. Final closing was the Tuesday before Thanksgiving. After a few days and some more paperwork, all the funds had been wired into my account.

Where Alan and I thought we were going to pay off our house on January 1, that date could be moved up to December 1. Alan contacted our attorney to draw up the final papers and I set out to find “the bank,” aka the couple from whom we bought the house on Contract for Deed. Our mutual neighbor said he had seen evidence that they were still in town that morning, but he knew they were getting ready to leave for their winter vacation. Every year this couple leaves for 2-3 months in their motor home. Ironically, their favorite place to go is the Texas Hill Country. Usually they leave right after Christmas. This year they were leaving before Christmas. As I stood in the neighbor’s driveway absorbing the news, God’s hand in the townhouse closing became evident. So that’s why everything moved so quickly! Otherwise we’d be paying interest on the house for the next 2-3 months!

On December 1 the last paperwork was notarized, and I handed over a personal check for the largest amount I have ever signed. A transaction that took place, for the most part, in our back hallway. We now own our house. A sense of security in this uncertain economy. The house that has provided our home for the last 4 years. The first house that Alan and I bought together. The only home our girls have ever known, and the only one the boys remember. Praise God for His blessings poured out on our lives! What a Christmas gift. And it started with a prayer.

A Promise for A Gift

She is a gift from God. On 30 October, we baptized her as a baby. It was a celebration to thank God for the precious gift of Amanda Lynn. Our tiny bundle of baby girl that Alan and I pledged to raise to know and love her Abba. A promise we made to each other, our family, our congregation, and, most of all, to Amanda. First we’ll fill her life with love. Later, we’ll read her Bible stories and talk to her about who is God and how much He loves her. Then we’ll teach her to pray and to follow her heart in hopes that one day she’ll give it back to God. For today, we’ll hold our baby girl and relish in the sweetness of this moment. A promise from God to fulfill our family. A precious gift.

The First Thanksgiving

With our young family of six and no relatives living nearby, the challenge of a holiday is to make it special, different from any other day. When I was growing up, a change of scenery was enough to make the day a holiday, a trip to the grandparent’s house for dinner, a drive to look at the autumn colors, a gathering of relatives at our home. Now there is nowhere to go and no gathering of the extended family around our table. But this year Thanksgiving was very special. This Thanksgiving started more than 10 years ago with a decision, a family planning decision. Alan and I wanted to revive the holiday table and fill it with relatives, and the first step would be to fill it with our children.

We have many things to be thankful for this year. Some big, and so many small that there are too many to count. God has been so gracious to us, this year especially. Of course one of those gifts is baby Amanda. This year she completed the vision of our Thanksgiving table. We had two adults and two children sitting at the table in chairs, one child in a highchair, and the baby sitting on her Daddy’s lap. We were all there, for the first time, our first Thanksgiving as a completed family. One day I hope the children will bring their spouses and their children to our holiday table. Our house will overflow with relatives. This year, our house overflowed with love and gratitude. Yes, it was a happy Thanksgiving.

Mr. Really Useful

I’ve often joked that if we could look inside Nathan’s head, we’d find trains chugging along on a circular track. At his 5-year old check up, his doctor thought he saw Sir Topham Hatt waving out of his left ear. Nathan’s love affair with anything related to Thomas and Friends or trains in general is still going strong. Even the thought that his little sister might not be interested in Thomas is incomprehensible to him. He’s a little one-tracked, to use a pun. He tends to run through the house, and when I have to tell after him to slow down, I get some kind of comment yelled back over his shoulder referencing Thomas chugging down a track. His Dad and I have to remind him that Sir Topham Hatt often tells the steam engines to slow down.

One really good thing that has come from his infatuation is that it has nurtured Nathan’s natural desire to be helpful, or in Thomas’ terms, to be a really useful engine. He is our little helper; carrying in stuff from the Suburban, unloading the dishwasher, loading the washing machine, and playing with his baby sister. Sometimes it’s a little more help than Mommy wants at the time, but, in general, it has been a useful tool to keep him occupied and out of trouble. As much as he loves Thomas and Friends, I expect if his interest in Thomas ever fades, he’ll still continue his love affair with trains.

I know he’s growing up when I can’t get footed pajamas in his size in the Thomas theme. He’s at that intermediate age where he’s still very much a little boy cuddled with his stuffed dogs and bears in bed and dragging his rubby around the house when he’s tired or sick, and yet on the brink of being a big boy, riding his bike, playing baseball and football with his brother, reading lots of books on his own, and learning handwriting and math. I admire the change in him. I watch him from a distance and see that the baby look in his face is fading. His body movements are smoother and more self-assured, and his questions are becoming more thoughtful. And yet I still want to hold onto the little boy. The one who cuddles in my lap and would rather have me read to him more than anything in the world. He’ll always be my baby, but this year he’s 5! Happy birthday, Nathan.