In a few days, I leave Canada for Nevada. I didn’t come here without seeking God first but I’ve been questioning why he told me to come. There’s only ever been one family who I have known to be so kind with a genuine heart for Jesus. I’ve met many Christian families but none who live every day loving Him and serving him so authentically. Until now.
When I was 17, I lived with a Christian family. They introduced me to church, to faith, and what it looked like to be in a family who truly cared for one another. The Lori Family. Mrs. Lori (Mum) was so kind in my eyes. She volunteered in caring services just to care and every Sunday there was always someone she bought home that needed a Sunday roast. She was truly beautiful inside and out with her large twinkling blue eyes and quiet sweet nature. She was there every day. I got bullied at school, she would be waiting with baking and hot chocolate to hear about my day and make it all better. We spent hours talking about Jesus and what the lyrics meant to the Christian music I listened to. She managed to find God in everything and I know He had used her to be instrumental to finding my own faith.
One memory that seems to stick out for me was coming home late one evening after rehearsals for a local theatre show. Between school, debating, theatre and work I was exhausted. Mrs Lori was there still baking and making my favourite apple cake. I desperately wanted to wait up for a slice but just couldn’t make it. I gave in to my tiredness complaining of what I was missing out on and crashed into bed. When I woke later at 3am, a slice of apple cake and glass of milk waited for me on the bedside table. This was who that family was for me. So kind. So thoughtful and after the lost years, I never found a family who could ever compare, until now.
Remember when I wrote about asking God if He could restore mine and my children’s life to be like this family that I’m staying with? and, then how that message on Facebook almost instantly appeared promising no matter what decisions and wrong turns I had made, He would restore everything? What I would give to have made different decisions in those early years after 17. To have trusted God when it got hard.
Well the very next day, I literally got apple cake. One beautiful family and a piece of apple cake restored so far.
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I Am The Woman At The Well 