Dear Brothers and Sisters in Christ,
I am very glad that Greg humbled himself with this public prayer request.
I believe the Lord is calling us to get out of our comfort zones, our independent American lifestyles ( and I'm sure many have praise God) but I have a story to tell. In 2006, I believed the Lord called me to leave all and go to Virginia with my 11 year old. My husband had divorced me in 1999 and married another.
It was scary but I sensed that I needed to live not by sight but by faith.
I went not knowing anyone in the town I went to. I had enough money to put down payment on a place and pay rent until I could secure work.
In a nutshell I will tell you what we encountered. Although there was a a church on every corner and I had references from several pastors in Utah, every church I went to heard my story but there was "no room in the inn" for a divorced woman and her child. Though people lived in large homes with room for guests we were never invited into any. I spent $100. a night in a local motel as my money dwindled.
Pastors referred us to governmental agencies for welfare. I knew that was not God's provision. Finally a pastor told us there was an empty house near his house. We rented it from an absentee teacher for $700. a month. It was a mess and had no stove and the water heater was broken. This is after we had gone everywhere in town trying to secure a nice rental . The pastor and his wife were too busy to even talk to us. The never invited us to their home though they were next door to us. I began to feel the sting of rejection for being a divorced woman with no husband.
Since I was not at a very high faith level I began to get discouraged. Not one person at an organized church had helped us except to say "God bless you".
At that point, I was basically on my knees for every decision. I could not find work and winter was coming on. But we had food, shelter and a roof over our heads (and a hot plate). We also bought a tent and had sleeping bags just in case!
Amazingly God provided for us daily through little miracles and we learned, like Judy, that God's ways were not our ways.
I met some Mennonite believers in a prison waiting room as I visited a friend who was in prison. That is why I came to VA, because the Lord told me to visit the prisoner and I knew one man in prison.
I asked the Mennonite woman if they had a prayer meeting and she invited me to a ladies Bible study and prayer meeting in a home. That was the beginning of fellowship with true believers. And they supplied my child and I with a space heater when the furnace broke and was turned off in our rental house.
I'm telling you a very short version of a 3 year time of living by faith and not by sight. God supplied all our needs.....IN HIS TIME... teaching us valuable lessons all along the way and it was not painless! I cried myself to sleep sometimes wondering where the next provision would come from. But Jesus knew I had a head knowledge but the rubber hadn't hit the road in many areas of my trust in Him.
I had wanted to know what it was like when the Spirit said to Ananias "Go to Straight Street and there you will find a blind man named Saul..."
I was tired of doing my own thing and not really hearing the Holy Spirit be so specific....well the Lord heard my prayer and for three years the Lord trained me!!! And my child was observing and experiencing God's faithfulness.
I met the Body of Christ and the love of Christ was poured out in me, but it was NEVER ONCE through organizations, church or governmental. It was always through one believer here and one believer there.
Even the Mennonite Church did not have open arms for a divorced woman because of their hard stand on that issue. But individuals who loved Jesus would circumvent rules and regulations to love on a stranger who came to their town.
All that to say, Greg, if I lived closer to you, your family would be welcome to stay with me for as long as you needed until something opened up for you. My message to the church is to open up your lives and homes to the pilgrims and strangers God brings into your midst. Fear and pride keeps us from getting out of our comfort zone and sacrificing for one another. And this is still a battle even for me after what I went through.
A sister in Jesus,
L