Yes, we moved out of our house on the hottest day of the year. And, yes, apparently we have a lot of stuff. Not only do we have furniture for a family of 5, we also are now accumulating some things for two of our newly-apartment-dwelling children. We have also, however, been giving away a lot of things, big and small, in preparation of this move.
We were not prepared for what the movers told us at about 5:30 p.m. “The truck is full, we’re done and leaving.” Umm, but what about the things that are still in my house? Apparently, the guy who came and looked to make an estimation of our move underestimated our needs. At the end of a miserably hot day, the movers weren’t going to fix the estimator’s mistake. Apparently, these movers only move as much as they want, not as much as is actually there.
What could have been a huge crisis became an experience in grace. A couple from my church had arrived with a trailer to move some of our boxes that couldn’t withstand sitting all weekend in astronomical heat. They had generously offered to park their trailer in their garage, out of the heat. As the moving van pulled away, they allowed us to load the leftovers in this trailer. Between their trailer and our cars, we were able to vacate our house as scheduled.
I love it when something that could have become an incapacitating problem becomes a way for grace to abound. I will definitely be having a conversation with our movers (after they have safely unloaded our possessions) about their actions- and inactions- yesterday. However, what I will most remember is Nancy and Brian and their willingness to lug our stuff around and thereby care for us. God’s love shows up in the most unexpected ways. Isn’t that just like God?
