After serious downsizing to fit into an apartment, we got notice to vacate from what we thought would be our last move before the Lord took us home. The owner wanted to sell the condo. Agh…! And we had loved the location, near Cobourg’s waterfront and harbour. Why did this happen? What to do?
We madly scrambled to find other rental accommodation. Cobourg’s vacancy rate stood close to zero, and with some mobility problems, we needed a one-floor apartment in a building with an elevator. We madly searched the town, taking down contact phone numbers–to no avail. Some of those we did find were so small that our bed wouldn’t even fit into the bedroom.
Lord, you have cared for us down through 55 years. What do you want us to do? Should we move away from the town where our daughter lives? Should we move further away from our doctor and the local hospital? Somehow that doesn’t make sense.
From seeking a rental we moved on to searching for a small two-bedroom bungalow or condo, that we could buy with our limited resources. Three or four times our hopes were raised only to be dashed. When friends told us about a lovely little one-level condo coming available, we were sure this was it. We made an offer that was a little higher than the asking price to be sure it would be accepted. But no, with multiple offers, the winning bid came in at $27,000 more than ours. We hadn’t figured on Cobourg’s red hot real estate market fuelled by empty-nesters selling their inflated homes in the Greater Toronto area and buying up bargains in Cobourg.
Through this period we kept on down-sizing even more than the year before. I cut my library by another half. Negotiations with the landlord to extend the deadline to vacate were unsuccessful. The weeks slid by.
The promise of another ideal condo, made by our real estate agent, had been deferred again and again for weeks and weeks. And hope deferred makes the heart sick. Lord, please show us the way. We want your will, but darkness and puzzlement obscure the way ahead.
Our daughter reminded us that the Lord has always provided for us–often very special accommodation–even during our 18 years of missionary service. Just trust Him. Yes, but we are so tired. We’ve had 27 or so main moves, plus every summer in Pakistan we had to move to a home near the kids’ boarding school–hardly minor moves since we had to set up house-keeping for them during the summer.
Finally, we returned to a new development of small condos in a neighbouring town for the third time and providence unfolded a special opportunity. Unknown to us, the man we had been talking to about the units and their availability was the actual owner-developer. He told us to wait while he got a key and then to follow him. He showed us a unit that he had used for his daughter while she waited for her house to be built. It was wonderful with extra upgrades! “I can make this available to you in mid-October,” he said. He quoted a price much less than similar units he had built in Cobourg. Yes, we almost shouted. This is it.
And so, while we are nomads for 6 weeks, we are no longer potentially homeless!
Throughout our lives, God has surprised us again and again and again with a direction or
provision much better than we
had planned. How true is Proverbs 16:9 as preached by our pastor (David Daniels), “The heart of man plans his way, but the Lord establishes his steps.” We plan, we imagine, we ponder, and sad to say,
we often worry…but God sovereignly modifies our plans to bless us in a place and time of His choosing. Blessed be our Triune God, our shepherd, our rock and high tower!