Due to my decision to resign from my job I needed to find a source of income to pay my mortage. God provided a family that needed a place to rent and my parents agreed to let me go and stay with them. So I drew up a lease agreement and started to clean my house.
As I moved all my things with the help of the family that would be moving in and others it was hard physically and emotionally. The next Sunday at church God provided lots of hugs. I couldn't really talk about it, but I was good at crying that day.
The tenants weren't moving in for a couple more weeks so I was able to take my time cleaning up the house and seeing if there were any major maintenance issues. As I went back to the empty house once or twice I would catch myself just sitting down and crying.I would repeat out loud "God this is your house. It always has been and always will be, but this is so hard!"
The last day I knew I was going to be in the house before the tenants moved in, I got up early (at my parents house as that is where I am now living). I got my coffee, Bible, and notebook and curled up on my bed which is my normal morning routine. This morning though I spent more time sipping my coffee and just sitting in silence. I was thinking that when I go into my house (I mean God's house) it will be the most empty I have seen it in years. That thought brought such sadness and I was running out of energy to get going in the day. Then another thought occurred to me--I could fill the rooms with prayers! Instead of feeling sorry for myself I began filling my head and thoughts with people--the people who would be moving in and visiting.
So as I got to the house it was still a hard task. I even rode in with my mom so I would be forced to get there and stay put till the house was cleaned and ready. She dropped me off and I got to my final cleaning. I started listening to music as I went about cleaning to get my energy going. Then I turned off the music and just paused in each room and began to pray for the parents, kids, and any future guests they would have. I prayed they would grow as a family and be strengthened in the Lord.
I prayed the house would stay stable and low maintenance so as to keep this family warm and safe. I asked that their jobs would continue so they could continue to pay the rent so as I could pay the mortgage. It was still sad and I still cried, but instead of leaving the house empty it was filled with prayers.
Isaiah 56:7
"Even those I will bring to My holy mountain and make them joyful in My house of prayer. Their burnt offerings and their sacrifices will be acceptable on My altar; For My house will be called a house of prayer for all the peoples."
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