Two weeks to go - twelve days to be exact. I can't believe it's coming up so quickly.
Jim and I moved into our new apartment this past weekend. At the last minute we changed our minds about where we were going to live, and are still hoping that the landlord will be gracious enough not to hold us to the lease. We decided to stay in the same building, but consolidate into a two-bedroom apartment. Which strangely seems to have much LESS space than the one-bedroom apartment I've been occupying for the last 15 months.
When it comes to hope, I am an eternal optimist. I always believe that things will work out well. I think my attitude drives my mom a little nuts because she seems to always try to bring me back down to reality. For me, being hopeful of good things, and believing that God is completely sovereign, brings such Peace and Joy. I can fully trust that all things work out for the good of those who love God.
In marriage, I think this is a good quality. I tend to believe the best in people, and assume that they will treat me as I would treat them. I hope this carries over into my relationship with Jim. I want to be able to trust him to always make the right decisions for us - and not just to follow blindly, but to give appropriate consideration to his opinion and decisions. I had a good lesson this month, with regard to the apartment situation. When we first saw the place we had decided to live, Jim was quite skeptical. I insisted on signing the lease because I felt that since we had given a verbal commitment, we had to uphold it. It would have been much wiser for us to go back on our verbal agreement, than trying to get out of a lease now. I realize that my desire to uphold the agreement was more out of fear of letting the landlord down, than it was out of respect for them or the property. While I'm very diplomatic, Jim is more straightforward - and sometimes that's a better strategy.
Back to the point though - even in spite of my mess up with the lease, I can trust that God will make good out of this.
