So we finally moved. It was a whole process but we are finally settled.
We spent 3 weeks staying at different houses (including our site coordinator’s house) until we got a new apartment.
Although it was frustrating to not have a house, I found myself “houseless” but not homeless.
I saw God’s love and care in every detail while I stayed at José Manuel and Vilmarie’s apartment.
José Manuel is the pastor of the First Spanish Presbyterian Church in Miami but he happens to be the former pastor of the church I’m a member of, back home in San Juan. And Vilmarie… well, I know her since I was little because we grew up in the very same church. I know those two very well and when I needed a place to stay, I didn’t hesitate to call them and ask if I could stay for a couple of days… that later became 3 weeks.
I knew I was going to be ok while staying with them, but while the days passed by, I started to feel like… should I go somewhere else? or am I abusing their generosity?
I knew I was there temporarily, but I didn’t know for how long. And that was challenging. I really felt I was invading their space, even though we have a very close relationship.
I’m so grateful for that home. I had great conversations with José and Vilmarie about church, bible, and even theology. We also had great time watching SNL videos and hanging out at IKEA.
It was such a refreshing time for me, full of luxuries like cable, Netflix, Wi-fi, room just for me and, last but not least, washer/dryer machine. Whoa! (How perception changes with all this “living simply” thing, right?)
I know they didn’t do all of this to be featured in a blog, but I really felt God through their support and care.
This is where I reaffirm that being part of a church and having that extended family available for me has been a true blessing.
And now… this is my view on my way to the bus stop