by Kathy Howard @KathyHHoward
It had been a busy and unusual year. A death in the family, the arrival of two grand babies, our son’s wedding, and my parents’ severe health struggles had kept me on the road. A lot.
One particular week included two trips back-to-back, with no going home in between. I went straight from my parents’ home in Louisiana, where we had been packing for their move to Tennessee, to my daughter’s home in Dallas to help with the baby while they unpacked after a recent move into a new home.
I had seen the house once before they moved in, but still needed to use Google Maps to find it again. I drove into the neighborhood and spotted what looked like their home on the next corner. As I turned onto the street in front of the house, Google announced “You have arrived at your destination!” Great!
As I parked on the street in front of the house I took note of the cars in the driveway. I didn’t recognize either of them, but since friends and family had been helping them move earlier in the day, I surmised they belonged to them.
Since I didn’t want to cause more work for them, I got all my stuff out of the car and up to the front porch. When I travel by car, I don’t travel lightly. I had a suitcase, a shoe bag, a snack bag, my rolling briefcase, and two king-sized pillows.
As I got the last of it on the porch, I knocked on the door and looked around. Although it looked just like the house I’d visited before, there were a few things that gave me pause – the potted plants, the door mat, and the multiple dogs that began barking at my knock.
Hmm. Could I possibly be at the wrong house? I texted Sarah. “Am I at the right house?”
Meanwhile, I heard a woman’s voice inside talking to the dogs, just inside the door. “Who’s out there guys?” It was not my daughter’s voice.
I envisioned the home owner looking through the peep hole. What did she see? Unknown middle-aged woman with baggage.
What should I do? What would she do?
About that time Sarah texted back. “No.”
My fear was confirmed. I was at the wrong house.
Okay. Well, I decided that when the woman opened the door, I would explain my mistake with a laugh and apologize.
But the woman didn’t open the door. She must have thought I looked too dangerous. Or crazy.
Either way, it was time for me to go. I wanted to run and not look back. But I needed all my baggage. And it took two trips to get it all back to the car. I wondered if the woman watched out the peep hole the whole time.
Sarah’s house was exactly one block to the south. Same corner. Same layout. But the residents were much more friendly. They even helped me haul in my bags.
I love how God works. In the midst of an overwhelming, chaotic time in my life, he used a case of mistaken location to give me a laugh and relieve some anxiety.
Is your life a little chaotic right now? God cares about your daily struggles, big and small. He will give you strength when you are weak and peace when troubles shakes your life. He is “the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our afflictions” (2 Corinthians 1:3b-4a, ESV). And He’s got a great sense of humor.
About the author: A former “cultural Christian,” Bible teacher and speaker Kathy Howard now lives an unshakable faith for life and encourages women to stand firm on our rock-solid God. Kathy, who has a Masters in Christian Education, is the author of eight books, including “30 Days of Hope When Caring for Aging Parents.” She and her retired husband live outside the Dallas/Ft Worth area with their miscellaneous assortment of dogs. Find free discipleship resources on her website, www.kathyhoward.org and connect with Kathy on Facebook, Instagram, or Pinterest.
Join the conversation: What comic relief has God given you recently?