Lambert House

Lambert House

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While both of the boys had received answers to their prayer requests, there was still one prayer request unanswered.  After two years of our family of five living in a two-bedroom apartment, my sister desired a space of her own.  My sister, always the introvert, had claimed a tiny hallway closet as her safe space upon moving in, but as she had grown older, the space was shrinking.  We had prayed for years about being able to move into a larger, three-bedroom apartment, but the opportunity never arose.  As it was, we were receiving generous support to help pay for our current apartment from our missions organization, the Christian & Missionary Alliance (C&MA), from our grandparents and even Christians that we did not even know.  Many of my clothes came from the “missionary barrel” –  a collection of donated clothes meant for poor or needy families –  missionaries often fitting both requirements.  Some clothes were the wrong size, some were tattered and the ones near the bottom had a funky smell.  But they were free and even my picky self was happy to have something new – even if it was something new to me.  But I digress.  Dad had pondered buying lumber and subdividing part of the living room to give my sister the space that she needed, but there were other needs as well.  Mom was going through a crisis of her own.  Despite doing well in her studies at Fuller Theological Seminary, she was worried about an uncertain future returning to South Korea, the noisy apartment neighbors that were a constant interruption to her sleep, concerns over my sister’s needs, and the crux of all of the problems, the lack of funds to change the situation.  Feeling the weight of her problems, she drove the car to a hilly park where we often played, stopped the car and wept.  As she opened her Bible and reflected on the Psalms, she understood the need to trust God alone as the provider of peace, of respite, and of our family’s needs.  Then and there, she had a change of mind and heart. She would trust the Lord, even in the difficult times, and even if it meant doing what she did not want to do.
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