I let myself look at the pictures one last time.
I don’t even feel the tears until I see the smiling faces of our 24-year-old selves, grinning with satisfaction. “I really feel like we’re not being wasteful,” I said. “We got what we could afford and we’ll use all the space.”
Eleven-hundred and seventy square feet that we felt like we owned, even if after a year Mr. V calculated we only really “owned” the tiny half bathroom.
I’ve learned a lot about ownership over the past months.
Two years ago – maybe even two months ago – I would have told you that foreclosure was not an option for us. Our credit scores have already been super high. We’ve always tried to make smart financial choices.
We foreclose today.
But lately I’ve faced the fact that foreclosure is not the worst thing that could happen to us.
I praise, in the midst of the pain.
We were provided this apartment and new home, which will give us the ability to pay cash for the next seven years.
We have clothes and food and the ability to send our children to school.
We have a Savior who knows our every need and is providing.
Through all the pain and trial, I believe that as much as I did two years ago. He is enough.
I started this journey with the belief that God would work it all out for His good and it would be a way I could minister to others. It may not be how I thought, but it still is. He is the I AM. The End.