“Ann” moved out a couple of weeks ago. We have maintained a good relationship, and she knows that our door is always open. It was her choice. She wasn’t ready for stability.
Last week we received a phone call about a woman named Dawn who needed a place to stay while she got back on her feet. We had her over on Tuesday night for dinner and got to know each other a bit. Concluding our evening, and although we think she is very nice, we had a couple of reservations and concerns which effected our decision to invite her into our home. Wanting to have hearts that were willing to be obedient we talked, prayed and sought council. We still weren’t sure what decision to make. (He) eventually decided that he was OK with either decision and wanted to know what I wanted to do. I was having a difficult time determining whether or not my “issues” were personal. I really desired a willing heart and so on Thursday, I decided that I would tell (him) to go ahead and invite Dawn into our haven. When (he) got home from work, and before I could even say a word, he shared with me a voice mail he had received saying that Dawn, while she was very thankful, had gotten into the House of Hope.
God always works out what is best for us.
