The housing situation

Wow, two posts in one day, I have become quite the crazy blogger these days. For those of you who haven't checked this in a while you might want to scroll down a ways because I have posted a lot lately.
I am not sure why in the midst of all the busyness that I think that posting another blog entry is a good idea. Maybe it is the complete chaos that surrounds me. Maybe I think that if I stare at the computer screen, that the mess will magically, jump into all the empty plastic tubs. Or maybe I am just avoiding all the things that I have to do because it is easier to avoid them. Yes, that's probably the real answer. However, when I wake up tomorrow morning and realize that I still have a disaster on my hands, then I will wish I that I hadn't spent so much time avoiding the mess. I'm actually not really sure how I am even going to get into my bed to sleep, considering that my bed is covered with stuff. I guess I'll solve that problem by pushing everything to the floor, to make an even bigger mess. Anyway...... for your viewing enjoyment, here is my mess.



Now, onto what I really wanted to post about. Today, my mind has been consumed with, where the heck am I going to live next year. Let me give you a little background knowledge. Since about March, I have planned on living with two teachers from school in a house that we were going to rent from another teacher at school, which was in walking distance from school. I started feeling a little hesitant about the situation, but not really sure why. Partly because I have fallen in love with the refugee family, and wanted to live in the apartment complex that they are living in. There were two major obstacles though.

A lot of refugee families are living in this apartment complex, and they have some great programs that I would love to get involved with and just be in that community and love my neighbors. This apartment complex really embraces that different cultures that live there. I have been thinking a lot about how I have gotten caught up in living the normal, comfortable Christian American life, and I have realized that is not where the Lord wants me to live. Everytime I go to visit our family, there is something about the apartment that draws me there.

But I was committed to living in this house with the girls, and so I didn't think that it really was an option. I have gone in and talked to the apartment complex and the people there are wonderful. I have been praying that if this is what the Lord wants me to do, then he is going to have to open doors, because there were a lot of obstacles in the way of me being able to live there.

Well, obstacle number one has been taken care of. I am no longer committed to the house. Yesterday one of my friends who I was going to live with called and asked if I still wanted to look for an apartment with them. It was a hard decision, but I said no. Which is really scary, a big step of faith, because obstacle number 2 is that I need a roommate.

It would not be healthy for me to live by myself. I hate being by myself and if I could have it my way, would always be around people. This is why it was so good for me in Sierra Leone, because the whole year, not once, was I ever by myself, and I loved it. I thrived in that kind of community. So, me, living by myself, would probably lead to me being a complete basket case. Not a good thing. So, saying no to the only two girls that I know of in the whole city of Denver, who are looking for a roommate was hard. Really hard, but for some reason, I didn't feel peace about saying yes.

So now, I have no home, no roommate, only a promise that the Lord will provide. And it is that promise that I am going to have to cling to in the midst of all the uncertainty.