Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen.
When I became a single mom, my daughter and I moved in with my mom, who was gracious enough to let us stay with her as long as we needed to. But as a 40 year old mom, I really wanted us to have a place of our own. I worked and prayed, not knowing how I could afford it. I watched the rental listings and thought we would be ok in a small apartment. Since I work from home and have a lot of equipment, I knew it would be tight. I saw listings for apartment complexes that were too expensive, but they had playgrounds and I thought maybe there would be kids for my daughter to enjoy.
I decided to wait for God’s perfect timing. And I kept praying. I had my heart set on living in the town our church is in, since we are there several times a week. Then I finally started telling God we would go wherever he wanted, just please show me where. And He did.
Eventually the thought came to me, Wouldn’t it be cool if someone was renting out a guest house? It would be in a nice neighborhood, would be more homey than an apartment. Just as quickly as the thought came, I dismissed it. I figured if someone had enough money to OWN a guesthouse, they certainly didn’t need to rent it out.
Two weeks later, I saw it. Right there in the apartment listings. Guesthouse for rent. I almost fell off my chair. I read the listing and just knew that was exactly where God wanted us to be. EXACTLY. I went to see it and knew immediately upon walking through the front door that this was supposed to be our new home. I hadn’t even made it past the cute little foyer. I just knew.
And God made it so. Within 3 days, I was signing the lease on our Immeasurably More. 2 bedrooms, finished basement (now a craft and play room), tons of storage for all of my business equipment. A lovely screened in porch to enjoy crisp fall mornings. 4 kids on the street around my daughter’s age. And I could afford it.
Our home is not where I planned it to be. We are still about 20 minutes from church. But we are also only 2 minutes from a wonderful school, 2 minutes from an awesome park, 3 minutes from my mom, on a quiet court with a quick walk down the street to friends.
Waiting for God’s timing can be so hard. I am often tempted to rely on my own plans and timing. Then I look around. And remember what God can do.
Immeasurably More than I could ask or imagine.
Now THAT is worth waiting for.