It is just an ordinary prefabricated double wide set on top of a double garage. It’s style is 1980’s and its basement is unfinished. It sits halfway up the north side of a hill and to get to it you need a 4-wheel drive vehicle in the winter because the snow never melts off the driveway. If there is an ice storm you walk up. This house is furnished, but no one has lived in it for over a year. I go there to make cards once a month or so. It was my husband’s mother’s house and now it is our house. A couple people have offered to buy it, but nothing has been done about that. For some reason it has just continued to sit there. We don’t talk about it.
This week a vision came to three of us–all in separate locations, but all about the house. Two even told the almost identical story of seeing such a house as younger women and the name of that house, for both of them, was–the House of Hope. There is a vision materializing in the hearts of three women as they witness a mass exodus from the hospital in our town through major downsizing served. Being the largest employer in town, half the town’s people are facing the wilderness. Those remaining in the work force are full of fear and face intimidation.
Like the Israelites in the wilderness, the unemployed simply get up each morning and wander. They are moving to the Red Sea. Their social responsibilities continue to chase them, but they are fast approaching a place of no return, a place where they find there is nowhere to go. Something HAS to change. At the edge of the Red Sea Moses says,
13 “Do not be afraid. Stand firm and you will see the deliverance the Lord will bring you today. The Egyptians you see today you will never see again. 14 The Lord will fight for you; you need only to be still.”
That has been God’s word to me since January. “Be still. Don’t plan. Just do the next right thing I put in front of you.” And so, now there is this vision…maybe tomorrow I’ll get to see more. Right now, it’s still a bit fuzzy. PLEASE PRAY that I see it when it comes.
I know that Miriam danced and praised after God parted the Red Sea. Whether He parts it or not, I will praise Him. With the Multitudes on Monday at Ann’s, I thank God for
#680 faith that can see in snippets.
#684 friends who serve as wonderful references to my work ethic, team spirit and professionalism as I seek employment as a requisite of getting unemployment.
#687 my dog, Mickey, and the constant reminder I have in him that some things, in all of us, just take time.
Truly thankful at the edge of the Red Sea,