... Of perfect timing

As usual, God has shown me that His timing is perfect and mine usually isn't. People have been asking about what happened with Obie, as we are now officially on the road. We have been with my grandparents this past week with no access to Internet, only 3G on my phone (praise God for unlimited data!) So I haven't had the chance to write all the things I've wanted to. But I thought I would do a quick recounting of the Obie story.

After asking for prayer Saturday night on Facebook and the blog, we went to church on Sunday and happened to talk to another couple we know about the situation with Obie (they will be in a similar situation with their cats soon). They mentioned that they are discipling a young man who is an Iranian refugee and a new believer and he looooves cats. He had been praying that in God's timing, He would allow him to get a cat. But he knew he couldn't get one yet, because he didn't have money for the pet deposit at his apartment. Well, Quinn and I looked at each other and knew without saying anything that we would be more than willing to pay the pet deposit for him, if it meant that Obie would have a loving a doting new owner. So we met him that night at church and the next day Quinn was taking Obs over to his new home!!!

Praise God for answered prayers. Thanks to everyone who prayed and to everyone who offered back up solutions and asked around for us. It was so encouraging to have so many people respond! You are wonderful.

So there were reasons God needed to answer that prayer at the last minute. I have to keep trusting that that is true in every situation.

I hope to update more when we get settled in Colorado on Tuesday. Until then... It's time to get these kiddos to bed. It's been a long (but supremely blessed) day.

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