Everyone wants a home to call their own. As a first-time home buyer, I was so excited! I discovered a beautifully renovated, affordable house. The catch? The home was in a rough neighborhood that had been chosen for a revitalization program. I mulled over the location. The area was dangerous, but maybe God wanted me to live there to win the lost. It was a great thought, but I had safety concerns. By that evening, I had started to buy into the erroneous belief that I needed to earn the house by living and witnessing in a dangerous area.
As I prayed the next day, God reminded me of a conversation with my daddy when I was little. I had just awakened from a dream, which I shared with Daddy. In the dream, I was enjoying coloring with a box of 64 Crayola Crayons. I told Daddy it was disappointing to awaken from the dream because I didn’t really have the crayons.
My daddy sat there silently for a minute. “When you finish your breakfast, put on your shoes,” he told me. “We’re going to the store.” “Why are we going to the store, Daddy?” I asked. “We’re going to get you a box of crayons,” he replied, his eyes and voice conveying the hurt in his heart. “Why did you want those crayons and not ask me for them?”
Of course, my daddy bought me the crayons. As I recalled that event, I realized it hurts the Lord when I don’t share with Him the desires of my heart. So, I asked. I wanted a newer house with lots of windows in a quiet, safe neighborhood. I also wanted to live in a certain town. He fulfilled each one of my desires.
That evening, I received a call about building a new home at a very low interest rate! The new neighborhood was outside the city limits but would be annexed by the time my home would be completed. I jumped at the chance to build a beautiful home of my own. The house had lots of windows with wide sills for my chubby cat. I had amazing neighbors who became dear friends. I enjoyed living there for six years before life changed drastically for me.
Crayons eventually are lost or broken. Like a box of crayons left in the sun, life circumstances often melt together to form something new and beautiful. Due to job layoffs, I have moved back to Alabama and am selling the house I built in North Carolina. What was God’s purpose in building it other than His provision during that time? He will reveal all things in due time and will meet every need (Philippians 4:19).
After all, He is a good, good Father.
And He created all the colors in my box of 64 Crayola crayons.
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