“Not again!\u201d I said as I wiped away angry tears.<\/p>\n
This was the third time my daughter\u2019s car had been vandalized. I didn\u2019t feel safe in my own neighborhood anymore. I woke up several times a night, pulling the curtain back to peer outside. I wanted to move, but every time I mentioned it, my husband, Bruce, would say, \u201cThe market\u2019s all wrong. When the time\u2019s right, I promise, we\u2019ll move.\u201d<\/p>\n
I started leaving real estate ads next to his coffee cup and making appointments to look at houses. But Bruce was right: The timing was bad. To make matters worse, a neighbor suspected some people were selling drugs. \u201cHaven\u2019t you noticed all the strange cars?\u201d Then her car was stolen.<\/p>\n
By the time my annual visit to my sister\u2019s place in Oregon came around, I couldn\u2019t wait to escape for a week. If anyone knew how to soothe my spirit, it was Barb. \u201cThere\u2019s got to be a house in another area we can afford,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cWrite a letter to God,\u201d Barb said. \u201cGive him the specifics of what you want.\u201d A letter to God? I\u2019d been praying for months with no results. What good would a letter do? But, really, what do I have to lose? So I poured out my fears and wishes and asked for my new home, a white Victorian with gray shutters, a two-car garage and basement, ending with, Lord, I\u2019m putting this into your hands. Until the right place comes along, please keep us safe.<\/em><\/p>\n A year later I was back at Barb\u2019s when my phone rang. It was Bruce. \u201cSue, I found our house! It has everything, the two-car garage, a basement and gray shutters!\u201d I remembered the letter I\u2019d written here a year ago. Chills ran up my arms. Our home. I knew it. I knew something else too. In the year since I wrote that letter we hadn\u2019t had a single incident on our property.<\/p><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" “Not again!\u201d I said as I wiped away angry tears. This was the third time my daughter\u2019s car had been vandalized. I didn\u2019t feel safe in my own neighborhood anymore. I woke up several times a night, pulling the curtain back to peer outside. I wanted to move, but every time I mentioned it, my […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"ep_exclude_from_search":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[187],"tags":[],"ppma_author":[615],"class_list":["post-25138","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-true-stories-of-answered-prayer"],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n