Ten years ago I did something crazy. I moved my family of six into a seven-hundred square foot home. Whuh?
Two bedrooms, one bathroom, four boys, two parents, and a cat.
What was I thinking?
The prophet Jeremiah did something crazy, too. In the middle of a siege, the army of Babylon at his gates, while he was a prisoner of his own King, Jeremiah bought a piece of property from his cousin. Even worse, the land was already occupied by the enemy. What was he thinking?
It turns out this questionable decision was commanded by God. As Jeremiah sat in prison, God sent him a vision of this exact transaction. When his cousin arrived to offer him a piece of worthless land, Jeremiah knew that this was what he was supposed to do--even if it seemed like a bum deal.
What was God's plan here?
God's plan was Hope. Despite the fact that the people of Israel had turned away from their God and, even in the face of their own destruction, would not turn back, God still had a care for their future. A future where "Houses, fields and vineyards will again be bought in this land." (Jeremiah 32:15)
This mundane activity of buying property--money measured, witnesses called, documents signed and kept safe--was actually God's promise to the people of Judah that someday they would be back in their homeland. Someday things would be okay.
My husband and I had a similar hope when we made our leap of faith into our tiny home. We had a hope for a better future. One where we didn't have to work so hard. One where we could spend more time with our children and each other. It hasn't always been easy, but with a little faith and trust in a God who cares, we know that, no matter what, we will always be okay.
~Abbie Velez
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