I’ve been missing in action lately. It’s all for good reason, though. Last Thursday was a true milestone in our family’s life as we closed on our first house. This has meant that paperwork, phone calls, deliveries and now painting have consumed my every spare moment. The truth about this house we just made our own is that it represents much more for us than the “American dream.” This is actually all about the faithfulness of God. Over five years ago now, we made a deliberate decision to drop everything and follow His path for our lives, and we did so straight into financial ruin. My wife and I were two people who were never so sure that we had been called to detour our path from financial security and into a path of inner city missions. We were so absolutely confident that we would be provided for. God made the promise, so we ran hard after His calling. It didn’t work out like we planned. Nobody wrote us a check and we didn’t get bailed out from some dire financial straits. I learned what it was like to be buried in debt. Yet, God’s promise is something we clung to. Psalm 37 says, “I was young and now I am old, yet I have never seen the righteous forsaken or their children begging bread.” Sometimes that was all we had to cling to, because every piece of evidence pointed to impossible odds of ever being financially stable. All along, we held fast to the fact that when we serve in obedience, he is faithful to provide and care for our every need. So, five years after it all began, when I signed the final papers that said we now own a house, I reflected back on every struggle, every difficulty and every challenge realizing that He was always ready and waiting for the perfect season to deliver and rescue us. And, for this reason, in spite of every trouble and heartache along the way, I would walk the path again in an instant. After all, even in the most tumultuous of moments, I was walking safely the whole time with Him.