Fall is a special season. It tends to bring forth a lot of change and not only in the color of leaves or temperature. Last year, fall came when I left for Guatemala. This year, I'm gearing up to go to Fargo.
Yes, Fargo, North Dakota. Yes, I know it's cold there. Yes, I'm choosing to go. No, I haven't seen the movie. And finally, Yes, I know that following my boyfriend to an ice cap is risky. He's worth it. I promise.
Up until yesterday, I felt I had been doing a good job trusting the Lord with all my housing plans. I didn't know where I was going to live, but I knew The Lord would provide. He always does. But yesterday, three days before the move date, I freaked. Come on, God. Why haven't you provided? I had so much faith. Why didn't you prove yourself? Thankfully, his spirit is alive in me and reminded me of something that brought forth peace.
God's faithfulness does not end three days before moving.
His faithfulness never ends.
I set a timeline for when God had to provide b and when he didn't stick to my date, a rage of ugly distrust came out in me. Later that night, Nick called me ecstatic. He found a place for me to stay while I looked for an apartment. I was then reminded again by the Holy Spirit that the Lord's faithfulness does not end. Not three weeks, three days, or three hours before I pull into Fargo.
God is faithful.
Always.
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