A providential disaster

The past couple of months have been full of school, work, and apartment hunting. I never knew what a sad endeavor apartment hunting could be. After two months of searching I was worried. Will we ever find a place in our price range that doesn't smell like moldy cats? Or a landlord who isn't an ex-convict?

Yes, that did happen. Armed robbery folks.

We searched high and low, came close a couple of times, but it never felt right. 

And then Josh encouraged me to go see an apartment after work yesterday. I didn't really want to, I was tired of the whole thing. I might have whined a little...or a lot. Despair was creeping in. And the low price left me expecting leaky ceilings and a hobo living in the basement. 

When I pulled into the driveway I had doubts.

The outside is older and a bit worn. But the inside...

Is a newly renovated haven of happiness. Hallelujah and Praise the Lord. The hardwood floors, the new appliances, the sparkling tub. Oh the joy that filled my heart. Get me an application, STAT. My anxiety about losing this excellently priced gem increased as five other people showed up to view it. I tried to work some magic on Tammy the landlady/owner by telling her how awesome we would be as tenants. Our chocolate lab is literally an angel, we are very responsible, we have great credit, and I love yellow convertibles like yours, they are my favorite!! 

I was, in a word, desperate.

I frantically ran to my car, in heels no less, to get all the info for the application. I sat in the drivers seat madly filling in our details. I got out of the car, locked the door, slammed it shut and...

saw my keys resting inside on the seat. 

Ooooooh nooooooooo

I needed a plan. I had my cell phone, the application, and a pen. How could I swing the haha funny angle so Tammy won't think I am an idiot? Is that possible?

I "casually" mentioned what I had done and Tammy threw back her head and laughed. Score! She graciously offered to give me a ride to our friends who lived nearby so I could stay there until my hero could rescue me from this ridiculous predicament. Before I could blink, I found myself being whisked to the Carmichael's in my potentially future landlord's yellow convertible. 

This is my life.

So I barged in on Betsy and her crew who were hanging in the backyard on the trampoline. Her four older boys thought my situation was hi-larious.

Betsy's calm spirit helped me to relax and breath. We hung out and played with the baby until Josh got out of class, borrowed a noble steed (car), and came quickly to my aid. My knight with ever so shiny armor wasn't even a little annoyed at my mistake, instead he was concerned about my well-being and sorry that I had to go through such an ordeal. I love him.

And then God's providence became crystal clear. When we got back to the apartment, Jeff, the grey haired maintenance man who is just a dear, let Josh see the place. 

What a gift out of such a mess! Now I won't have to put in the deposit today, sight unseen for Josh!

Thank you Lord for your faithful provision despite my despair and worry.  

I just got a call from Tammy, we are meeting her to sign the papers at 6 tonight. We might stop and get a bagel afterwards since Nancy's is half a block away. Or maybe we'll swing by Java's for a hot cocoa. You see, the apartment is in walking distance to our favorite street in Louisville, Frankfort Ave., chalk full of fun little shops, art museums, and restaurants.

Just another reminder of one of my favorite verses: The Lord is the one who goes ahead of you; He will be with you. He will not fail you or forsake you. Do not fear. Duet. 31:8