Back in June 2014 I wrote an article entitled, “Three-Legged Dogs in The Land of Want”. If you didn’t read it, it detailed my quest to find an (affordable & cheaper) apartment. I live in Southern California, so that did not at all go as I had hoped. I was bummed, and then later had to get over it, accepting that God must have wanted me to stay-put for the time being. Sure, it hadn’t been MY plan, but that’s life I guess. My wallet would be thinner, but that’s why the Good Lord makes Top Ramen, right? At least that’s what I told myself, because honestly things were financially a bleak. Maybe I would have to get a different job after all.
Fast-forward to one of my best friend’s bridal showers in September. Her future mother-in law taps me on the shoulder and poses a question I didn’t expect to hear.
“Have you ever thought about moving to Huntington Beach?” She inquired.
“Only every day of my life,” I smiled, wondering where this was going.
“Well with Brandon (her son that was marrying my friend Gabby) moving out in October, we will have several extra rooms in our house. And I just thought…you know Coleen really belongs down here and her whole life is practically here anyway. And well, I just wanted to see if it would be something you would be interested in.”
I was shell-shocked at her generosity. Was I dreaming? I was probably dreaming. Or maybe I had heat stroke. Brandon’s parents’ house was the centralized hang-out for our group of friends. His parents, Carrie and Kevin, are amazing. The location of their house is also incredible. And moreover, the rent would be a percentage of what I was currently paying. Meaning, I could financially continue to work at a church plant, dedicate time to writing a book, and not have Top Ramen be my only dietary staple.
I officially moved in with Brandon’s parents at the end of November. It’s been a dream, a blessing, and something that never would have happened if my original plan had worked out the way I had wanted. I was pretty upset when I didn’t get the apartment I jonesed after last year. But in hindsight, I’m so glad that I didn’t.
We view life from such a limited window. We only get to see now, having no way of knowing what God is going to bring later. Occasionally, God closes one door so that we can walk through another one, a BETTER one, later.
If I had gotten what I wanted, I don’t know where I would be today. I don’t know where I would be working, living, or if I would be in the process of writing a book. And moreover, I get the opportunity to live with a wonderful Christ-loving family while my own is 3,000 miles away.
I think faith is often trusting that God understands what we need (better than we do) and then believing he will deliver it. Don’t lose heart when life does not go according to your plan. Don’t despair when it feels doors are being slammed in your face. Some doors must be shut to enable you to walk through others… to enable you to walk into the place you truly need to be, not just want to be.