As soon as I pulled up in front of the rental house, my heart sank.
The paint on the exterior was peeling and chipping. A sagging porch with loose boards extended across the front, and the yard was overgrown with weeds.
This would be our home for God only knew how long. Due to a mix-up with the apartment complex where we were staying on a temporary basis, we needed to find a new place. Fast. Our old house sat on the other side of the country, waiting for the right buyer.
I walked in the front door and was immediately greeted by dusty floors and a musty smell. I wondered how long it had been since someone had loved this place.
When I added this discovery to the ever-increasing list of things causing stress with a new move, it was easy to question our decision. My gut response was to ask where God was in the midst of the chaos and the bills piling up.
My second response was to control the situation. Or a least try to.
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