...you hit a dead end.
This morning, Tuesday morning, I went to the printers to pick up my fresh copy of The Advertiser. Today however turned out a little differently than the past eight weeks. Although we have some friends, Renae Weaver and Kitty O'Brien staying with us for Christmas, I was able to get some things done around the house before everyone was up and before going to the printers. Since I had gotten an early start I went to the printer a little early. When I got there I was surprised to find some Advertisers already out on a counter. I quickly grabbed two copies and headed back to my car. But as I looked closer I realized it was last week's edition. So I went inside and set my copies back on the pile and took a seat at some nearby couches. It was 8:45am. I was determined to patient and not anxious. Surely I could wait 15 minutes for this weeks edition to be put out.
Around 9:06 when things hadn't gotten busy and there was no sign of a new magazine I began to wonder if there wouldn't be an edition for the week of Christmas. About 5 minutes later a lady walked by who had seen me sitting there and asked if I was waiting for something. My reply turned her helpful expression to one of concern and compassion. She promptly informed me the last edition of the year came out last week and the next one would not be published until January 15. I thanked her and left.
Once in the car and the door closed I burst into tears. Dissapointment. Discouraged. What are you doing Lord? How are you going to provide? When? I hadn't realized how much 'faith' I'd put into that magazine in effort to find a house, but I felt a bit hopeless. We have to be out of this house January 25. So really can't wait until Jan 15 for the next Advertiser to come out.
We're still not sure what we'll do but we have to trust God will provide.
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