a praise

Spencer and I have been looking for an apartment up north and just weren't finding much. We had hoped to rent from Spencer's previous landlord, as we liked the location, the price, and knew it would be an overall good situation. Sadly, she had nothing available for when we'd need it. We could only find a few other places that might work and it was looking like we'd have to make a trip up there this week to interview and secure a place. Spencer reminded me that God would provide us with what we need, and then jokingly added that even if we ended up living "in a van, down by the river," that we would be just fine. Being a professional fretter and worry wart, I did not feel at ease about this situation and began to create horrible scenarios in my head where we really did have to live in our car! We wouldn't even have the luxury of a van, just a car! And we'd more likely be under a freeway overpass than by a river. Silly me.

Anyways, Spencer's previous landlady gave us a call last week out of the blue. She wanted to alert us to an apartment that would end up opening just when we'd need it. They're not requiring us to drive up to see the place, since Spencer has seen it already because he worked as a maintenance handyman for them. We're able to do all the paperwork through the mail and the place is reserved for us. Wow! Why do I fret so much? God proves me wrong over and over, yet I still have this compulsion to worry about "what if's." He is too good to a worrier like me :)