Romans 13:8

I just moved into my grandparents' house. Monday was my first night actually sleeping there, and only now am I starting to feel like things are getting under control.

Last week, my dad helped me move all my stuff in. The only problem was that all my grandparents' stuff was still here. He brought my couch into the living room and left it standing on-end, and he dumped my bed in the bedroom in multiple pieces and left. I am so grateful that he helped me, because I could never move all that stuff by myself, but that night I looked around the house and broke down and cried. How could I possibly get it under control? Where would I ever start?

It's a three bedroom, two bath, fully furnished (with old-lady furniture) house, that has been empty since my grandpa died at the end of last year. If you've ever moved, you know how much work it is. Imagine moving into a place that is already full of stuff. It's very frustrating.

I'm not writing this to complain, but rather, to praise one of my fellow Christians who helped me more than I can ever thank her for. My roomate's grandma - Wanda Russell, a petite 70-something year-old Texan, came over bright and early the following day and said, "I'm here to help. What would you like me to do?" I had no idea what to tell her, but her years of wisdom gently helped me work my way through the mess. She suggested that we put all the old furniture in one room and close it off, then she went to work in the kitchen and cleaned and papered all the shelves and drawers (after condensing all the old dishes into one section of cabinets.) Together, we rolled up all the rugs and washed the floors, cleaned out Jen's room and my closet, and moved tons of boxes into the garage. After several days of working like this, Wanda came to me to ask what else I wanted her to do, and I couldn't think of anything. The house was transformed.

Her kindness and hard work over the last week or so has made me so thankful - not just to her, but also to God, who sent her to me. I honestly don't know what I would've done without her, or how I could ever thank her enough. God meets our needs at just the right time. In this case, He waited until I knew for certain that I couldn't do it on my own, and then sent me this incredible blessing. And the amazing thing is that Wanda feels indebted to me and my family for letting her grand daughter move in here. It reminded me of Romans 13:8 "Let no debt remain outstanding, except the continuing debt to love one another, for he who loves his fellowman has fulfilled the law."

This is how we should always treat each other, as though there is a continuing debt to love one another. It's wonderful!