Provision

On June 10, 2016, Rick received the diagnosis of myelodysplastic syndrome (a rare bone marrow cancer). He started on chemotherapy the next week. We were told that his prognosis was six months to two years to live. Before he started the chemo, we were told that any fever of 100.5 and above was a reason to call the doctor, day or night due to his significantly impaired immune system.

Someone said to me on a myleodysplastic syndrome support group Facebook page “dust will be your husband’s enemy.” That shook me. We need to move, I thought. I remember going downstairs to do laundry and looking up at the rafters in the basement with dust all over them. Rafters I could not reach. I stood at the washer and I prayed, ” Lord, what am I going to do?”

God heard that prayer. Wrapped up in that prayer was the thought, How will I care for my husband in this house?

And it was as if he said, ” Now you will see what I am going to do.”

Saturday morning, July 2nd, I suggested to Rick that he could take some money out of his 401(k) to help our daughter Erin with a down payment on a condo. He agreed. The next morning, he said to me, “I’m sorry to disappoint you, but don’t think we are going to be able to find a condo.”

“I think God will provide a place for us,” I said. “Look how He has provided for us in the past. He provided a way for you to go to college and graduate with no debt. He provided a job for me before the kids went to college. He provided the money our kids needed to go to college, graduate, and kept us safe during that time of taking them back and forth to school. Don’t you think that if God provided all those things, He will provide a place for us to live in our time of need?”

Rick went to the computer. “I’ll look, but I don’t think I’ll find a place.”

A few minutes later, I heard “Well, here’s a place. Two bedrooms, two baths. Maybe we can go over and look at the outside of it. To see where it is located.”

I then sent an email to a real estate agent that we had been working with to find a condominium for Erin close to her job. I told her about Rick’s cancer. She replied that she didn’t think we would be able to find a place. 45 minutes later, she called me and told me about the place that Rick had found and we all went over to look at the inside of it.

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In a market so hot our real estate agent told us condominiums were getting 20 offers, God found us a condominium within 4 days of that prayer. On July 5th, Erin made an offer on a condominium in Kentwood, only two miles from the job that God had provided for her a year and a half ago. At 6:30 the next morning, we received a call from the seller that her offer was accepted.

On August 11, Erin signed the mortgage papers for her own condominium.

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Then God also supplied the help that we needed to move. Many from our church came to help us along with my Uncle Bill, my brother and my nephew, and our son; some of them sacrificed two Saturday mornings, one to help us move to the condo, and the second to clean out the house to get it ready to sell. Our backyard was a jungle.  The youth group came to cut down the brush and clean up the back yard.

What a testimony this was to those around us. They said they were amazed at how this all happened so quickly.

I sat in church the Sunday morning after we moved, thinking about what God had done. It was stunning. God’s hand was clearly evident in all of this. Praising God through the tears.

A Hodgepodge

“Still round the corner there may wait, A new road or a secret gate. ” J.R.R. Tolkien.

I’m not really sure what this blog will turn into. A platform for fiction. A place for meanderings. A place to vent. A place for spiritual realizations. I may branch off with separate sub blogs for the venting. Or not. Book reviews.

Facebook is too casual. Twitter too short. But perhaps here I can do some long-form writing and also some long form reading. It helps to both calm and stretch the mind. Twitter is for sound bites (and I guess longer threads).

So this is a start. Or rather, a restart. I’ve had a blog under a pseudonym. I had 150+ blog posts and about 600 followers. I’m not sure what I am going to do with that work. But here I am going to start and see where this leads me.

Making it more than a dream

I’ve always wanted to be a writer. Since I began to read chapter books in the third grade, I’ve wanted to write stories.

I have now reached senior citizen status, as of yesterday. My writing “career” has muddled along in fits and starts. I have a degree in English/Linguistics from MSU.

I’ve been paid for my writing exactly twice in my life. The first time about 30 years ago when pregnant with my son. It was a story about overcoming endometriosis. The second time was five years ago for Chicken Soup for the Soul.