Several years ago my mother started preparing herself to move this year when she turned 80. She had been a widow since she was 39 taking care of a large house and yard work for 3 lots. She was getting weary of the upkeep of a house so this would be the year of a move.
A year and a half ago, as we looked forward to the future we were praying for just the right provision. About that time, a new senior citizen housing was announced to be built in her area (duplexes, triplexes, apartment building, etc.) The timing was perfect! The location was perfect! We thought the price would be perfect.
I was sure this was God’s provision. As I would travel to her city to visit her, I would always go by the property and pray over it. First, it was just woods. I would pray that God would move heaven and earth and provide for my mom – that He would allow her to have something new and beautiful. Then it was just trees that were marked off. Then a sign went up. Then trees were cut. Then the land was cleared. Then the dirt began to be moved….etc.
My mom is a retired business woman with a zillion connections so she began to call everyone she could to find out information. I kept going and praying over the land. By the summer she was #1 on their list for this housing. I went to meet with a realtor to sell her house.
She got the call the night before that she made too much Social Security to be considered for the new project. We were heartbroken. She called a friend that was part of a realtor group. They had 150 rental duplexes but all were filled except one that was not in her area. Yep – heartbroken again! The next day her realtor for her house came and his first question was, “If we list her house where is she going to go?” We didn’t know. So he went to work.
Within 30 minutes he had her in a duplex. Her best friend from church is in the other side. It is on a quiet cul-de-sac, down the street from her church, with spacious rooms, a carport, and the list goes on.
As I would go each time and pray over the land, so sure it was the right move, I eventually got to the place where I would beg and pray but end my prayer with “never the less I want what you want, God, never the less, if you have a better plan God…..”
I never saw this coming! God has placed her in a quiet little “house” in her area of town instead of a busy senior citizen area with little rooms and limited parking. Recently we finished moving her out of her house of 54 years. She says she feels like a queen in a castle in this new place!
My encouragement to you is: Don’t be afraid of the “never the less.”