Apparently, God sends messages via Fed Ex.
I have been in the process of refinancing my house. It is something I have put off and put off, because I knew the headache it would become.
But, finally, I replied online to a letter my mortgage company sent.... and I included the balance of my credit cards in the amount requested. So the process began.
As I waited to hear, I went back and forth about whether or not I should just refinance the house (and use the savings toward the card), or lump it all together.
One of the things I dread in the process is the home inspection / appraisal. I don't know if it's because they then set a value to something that I feel is "priceless", or if it's the whole stranger-in-my-home-critiquing it.
Needless to say, I prayed my way through that day, clinging fast to Philippians 4:6 (Do not be anxious about anything....). But, the value that was placed on it would then determine my loan amount.
About an hour before he was due, I noticed a car parked in front of my house. I knew that was him. My prayer became more direct: "OK, God. You lead this. Whatever You say it should be worth. Whatever You think I should do regarding the card. Whatever. Where You go, I'll go..."
He then called, asking permission to begin early. "sure. whatever." As he is measuring the exterior of my home, the Fed Ex truck backs into my driveway. I run through my memory for anything I may have ordered that would come Fed Ex. Nothing. Birthday? Nope not yet. Uhm... anything? Nope.
This skinny old man comes leaping through my front yard, commenting on how soft the rain has made the ground and encouraging me to stay put on the porch so I don't get wet.
He hands me a letter from my mortgage company. Lower rate. No closing costs. (no home appraisal - but it's already done).
But I can only refinance the current mortgage balance.
"OK God. Where You go, I'll go...."
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