game changer

On Friday night, I went out to get us some milkshakes. 

I came home blithely (milkshakes are good for that). Inside our door was an unsealed envelope addressed to Sam and Krista. I handed Sam his milkshake and opened the card that was inside to read:

Dear Sam and Krista: I apologize and regret to inform you that I'm going to need the apartment for a family member in 30 days. I hope you understand and I again apologize. I tried to help them figure out another way. You've been great renters and I will give you a referral or reference of excellent tenancy with me if you need one. -[our landlord]

Well. 

My milkshake was forgotten. 

It had honestly never occurred to me that we might be asked to vacate our apartment. I had always liked the idea of our month to month lease, knowing that we could leave whenever we needed to. But asked to leave! Such a thought had never entered my mind. It may not be a big deal to some people, but this is a huge deal to me. I only lived in two different places in college. We've lived in the same place our entire marriage. The "one second all is well, the next second we have to move" thing was weird.

The shock has worn off, to some degree, although a slightly surreal feeling remains. Late at night I start to worry about all that needs to be done in 30 (now 27) scant days. The constant haunting of Craigslist! The endless apartment touring! The savage racing to be first to apply for vacancies! The packing!

Yet, when the morning comes, I remember something the Spirit has taught me so recently it can't be a coincidence. And it is that the Lord provides. Daily. Endlessly. Always. Fear is not acceptable. Faith is imperative. 

And so we will move because it is time to do so. When He says "Here," we will go there. Until then, I will not be afraid.