It has been two months since I was told to pack my things and move out of the old apartment. And I was really worried sick as to where I am going to get another apartment. I tried going to the library (no, not to rent there) to use their computer to go online for rentals. I first went to Facebook and sent messages to the rental sections, but only one replied (and the rent was a little too steep for me). Next, I tried going to Craig’s List, and I found not a few rentals (mostly asking for room mates). And sent emails to almost all on the list. I got a few phone calls asking for some security code that they said they sent me. This was done through the text messaging route. Then after I replied asking them how much the rent was, a blank space (or text) is what I got.
So I continued to pray to the LORD for help. Then my friend (and yes, I do have friends), dysfunctional maybe, but friends nonetheless, threw me a flyer with those pull out tabs with phone numbers on them. And it was asking for and preferring same nationality male or female to rent. So, I called and the lady answered and told me where the place was, which was not too far from where I presently was. So I scheduled for a meeting. And she gave me a date. Then on that day, I called to come by, but I was a bit early. We scheduled the meeting for a look-see of the apartment at around 12noon. And it was only 10-nish (morning). I was ready to go, so I called to come by. But there was no one answering. After a while, my sister called me and asked me how I was doing on my apartment search. I told her the deal, that I was waiting. Then (to my pleasant surprise) she told me that I can stay at the apartment if I can’t find any place yet. So, (thank YOU, O LORD GOD) I was elated and relieved, thanking the good LORD. But here’s the catch. I wound up living in the garage! But the LORD GOD knew what HE was doing. Nothing takes HIM by surprise (not like me).
“All things work together for good”, the HOLY WORD of GOD says. And that is what I believe, and cling to. And as it turns out, I had the best room in the house! The whole garage is my room! And I have a sturdy closet – the vault! The washer and dryer are there right next to me. And there is a draining trough in between the washer and dryer, in case of emergency (bladder emergency). I just had to use a step stool because I’m short.
So, all is well that ends well (by the good LORD GOD’s grace). (Actual picture of my plush apartment is at top picture).
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