Hey Party Peoples!! So God's pretty amazing in how He works stuff out. It all started in Octoberish when I was in the market for a new roomie. I was ubber excited for the new person God had in store for me, so I did a craigslist ad while in Florida on vacation. I just wanted to get the ball rolling because I'm the planner type. I received a lot of responses and had many appointments set up upon my return back to Kansas. Due to the huge response, I was able to be very selective in who I wanted. I finally picked this guy who seemed perfect. He was youngish, chill like me, and appeared to be a good guy. In my mind, I was like, "That was easy ::hit 'Easy' button::" Having that little detail worked out, I was able to concentrate on my training and life in general with no worry or care. Hooray!
Training was going fabulously, and I was all smiles. I felt like that baby in "Baby's Day Out", for nothing could go wrong in my world (this reference was taken from Tina Fey's utterly awesome book, "Bossy Pants"). December came around, and I left for Florida to begin my glorious Christmas vacay. Nice weather, latinos, and family--what could be better?? A couple days into my vacation, I received an email from my future roomie explaining that something suddenly came up, and he could not live with me in two weeks in January. The funny thing about this was that I don't think I was alarmed at all. It was one of those moments where something goes so wrong that you know God's will must be afoot. I literally thought to myself, "Ok God, I guess you tryna show out here. Let's go!" Leading up to this point, I was having major trust issues with God. I liked to describe it that way. After having a not so stellar track season, I was a little skeptical of God's plan for my life. I knew He was sovereign and good, but I could not quiet my heart's doubtful rumblings. Nevertheless, I was praying for opportunities to build my trust (scary prayer). Anyway, back to the email: So when I read it, I immediately told myself, "Bettie. God's got you. Don't worry. God will work this all out whatever that may be." I vowed that day that no matter how things appeared, I was going to commit to trusting that God would work this situation out. From the get-go, I told myself that God was an 11:59 kind of guy, meaning He won't come early, but He'll always be on time.
With the my new deal/sit, I posted another ad on craigslist. Again, I received a lot of responses, however, people didn't take too well to the fact that I wouldn't be back in town for another week and a half and at that time there would only be 3 days before the lease started. I would have great convo, and then that person would peter out, over and over again. All the while though, God was faithful in giving me peace with the whole situation. At one point, I was talking to my loverly step-mom and said that I felt like I should be freaking out, but I wasn't and that that was weird. Yeah, that was def God giving me peace and not myself at that point.
So about 3 days before my Kansas return, I was in correspondence with some dude who was mad cool. Things appeared like they would work out, and I was like, "Yay!" in my mind. All the while, with every person I came in contact with, I would just pray that God kept His hand on the situation and above all else, His will be done even if that meant not finding a roomie for another month or so. So I thought this guy was the one, and I was doing happy dances all over the place. Only small problem was that he couldn't come see the place until the weekend ie the day before the new lease started. Bummer, but it was what it was. On Dec 28, I headed back to good ol' Kansas. During my layover in Dallas, I got an email from a new dude about the room. I was excited about the other dude, but I called the new guy and set up a showing for the following morning. New guy came over the next morning and was like, "This is perfect. I'll move in on Sunday." I said, "Cool", and that I would send him landlord info. As soon as he walked out the front door, I did about a 50sec celebratory dance in my hallway. When I tell, you I lost it, I straight up did. I was doing the dougie, running man, cabbage patch. Shoooooooot!! But here's the motha motha catch that makes this amazing! Dude is in military and has a wife and kids in Texas. He works 24hr shifts for a week straight (24hr on, 24hr off, and so on), and then goes home to Texas for 2ish weeks!! Whaaaaaat!!!!! How much more perfect can this be! AND!!! he owns like nothing, He's using my air mattress because I felt bad that he would be on the floor. I've seen him one day since he moved in on Jan 1.
LITERALLY God showed out! I can't imagine a better situation in this Olympic year. I just couldn't believe how well everything worked out. Moral of the story: God is sick amazing. Needless to say, I'm trusting God more and more each day and am just so happy about how things are right now in my life. Yay God, yay His grace, yay Him in my life:D
