I Now Have What I Prayed For!

 

While shopping in Hobby Lobby, I saw this plaque.

And it hit home with me.

 I Now Have What I Prayed For!

When hubby and I married, we spent the first seventeen years living in church owned homes. The first two houses, or parsonages as they are called, were furnished with sofas, tables, and beds from parishioners. All items were cast off from various people and no longer wanted.

A few items weren’t too bad, but they weren’t my choice, and none matched. These furnishings were a mishmash of necessary pieces.

We outgrew the second parsonage when two of our daughters were born. The house had one tiny closet for four people. I often felt like a sardine stuffed into a small can.

Frustration became a daily emotion.

The flock expected me to keep everything clean and look new, and I did what I could. We ordered a beige metal closet from the Sears Catalogue and placed it in the bedroom. It was not pretty, but it was functional.

The time came when we needed a new kitchen table. I was elated! “Now I can choose something I like.” I said to hubby. Nope! Not to be. A man found a table in a used furniture store, bought it, and delivered it to the parsonage. It was actually nice, and I liked it. But my point? I didn’t get the chance to shop and select.

I prayed for the day I’d be able to have my own home with my personal choices of furniture.

Our first owned home came seventeen years after marriage, and we are currently in our fourth one. Today I have a beautiful home with my selections!  We have lived in four parsonages owned by churches and four we bought.

I’m thankful God heard my prayers of long ago. He told me to wait. He said it would happen, but I didn’t believe Him! I thought I was destined to never have beautiful things from my personal selection.

I don’t know why He times events the way He does, but I know the waiting from all the yesterdays made me more appreciative of today.

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