I Like Basement.
SUBMITTED BY: Carolyn
Fresh out of college and newly married, we were ready to take on the world, one adventure at a time. An opportunity came up that meant we would have to move across country. A few minor wrinkles in this plan – we had no job, no money and no place to live.
We were given a piece of paper with a phone number scratched on it. Not exactly sure what the number was about, we quickly punched it in having no idea what we would say; nor did we have any idea what was about to happen.
Before we could get through our awkward intro explaining our needs, the complete stranger on the other end interrupted us with words that would lodge generosity deep in our gut. He said, “We’d like to invite you to come live with us. We have a basement that has plenty of room and you are welcome here”.
We were speechless.
We showed up and found a basement that was nicer than any house we had ever stayed in. And we were greeted by a family with arms wide open, ready to welcome us into their home and into their hearts.
In this season, we hoped and searched for the God who provides. What we found was that God providing looks exactly like people providing. That we are his hands and feet and the ones who get to show the world what God looks like. And on this particular day, God looked like a basement.