A Little Rain, A Little Snow, A Little Faith

Yesterday was a gentle, peaceful, fall rain.

We woke up to rainy skies, and it stayed rainy and gray most of the day, though the sun did poke out a time or two to say hello.

What I noticed, though, was how much I loved the sights and sounds and smells of the rainy day we had. It was so glorious, even if it was gray.

Snow is falling (and falling and falling) today, though thankfully, there is no wind howling outside along with it. It’s a straight, peaceful snowfall. It gets very windy up here on the hill very often, so for today even if it’s snowing, I’ll enjoy the reprieve from the wind.

I’m not here to make small talk about the weather, though. I want to tell you a story about something that happened to me just recently. I want to share with you, and remind myself, how God looks out for our needs and our desires.

For the last several weeks, I’ve felt a nudge to text one person in particular about a couple of questions I’ve had since moving here and settling in. This person attends one of the churches we’ve visited, and has already answered so many questions I’ve had about different things locally. But this was different, far more specific, and considerably random.

Also, since I had already asked for her help previously, I felt I would be overstaying my welcome in her contact list if I were to ask her my two-fold random question.

But I felt the nudge.

So again, though I argued against it within myself, I relented and sent her the text.

Many of you know about my hearing loss. You may or may not know my son, Little Man, also has a significant hearing loss. We, unlike most other people, have to have regular appointments with audiologists. Some people can’t even say audiologist, let alone recommend one. But we, being new here, needed an audiologist we could work with, trust, and rely on for our hearing needs.

In addition to that, I have been wanting a wood burning stove. The only thing I wanted for my birthday was a wood burning stove. But I got the next best thing, which was a 3.5 hour trip to the nearest Costco for a pantry-stocking run (and, let’s be real, for their spinach dip).

I’ve been looking online and in stores for wood stoves in the area and there is n o t h i n g available here. The closest I could get was to order one that could be sent to a store in Aberdeen, which is another significant drive away.

Also, did I mention it’s snowing outside right now?

So I sent the text, apologizing nearly for the randomness of it all, but asked if she happened to know of a decent audiologist in town, and if she had any idea of where we could get a wood stove.

“Funny you should ask…” she began her reply.

Her daughter works for an audiologist, and the doctor also attends the same church.

Recommendation: check!

“…and what kind of wood stove are you looking for?”

Because, guess what? They had an old one stored in one of their shop buildings, and if it would work for us, we could have it.


I called and got Little Man scheduled for an appointment, and we’ve already been seen and are on our way to a regular check-in plan to monitor his hearing loss over time, adjust hearing aids if necessary, and we got a referral for an ENT in town, should we need a visit there at any time.

And now, we’re going to pick up a wood stove. A Jotul, to be exact – which is a Norwegian wood stove company. What you may not know is Hubs is half Norwegian, and I found out thanks to my parents taking a government tracking DNA ancestry test, I’m part Norwegian as well. I’m kind of obsessed with our Norwegian heritage and to have a Jotul in our living room is going to be SO AWESOME.

So I guess what I’m saying is, Praise God. Praise God when He nudged me a a few weeks ago to ask this woman about these things, I ignored Him, but He didn’t give up.

Praise God when I felt awkward and needy, He extended grace through another person to provide the answers I was looking for.

Praise God when I realized it was His nudging all along, I was humbled and honored that He worked it out for me in advance.

And Praise God through asking people for help, no matter how uncomfortable it makes me, or how random the questions seem, the Lord is fostering friendships here. And oh, how we have missed our friends since moving.

So though it rains and snows, the Lord is working every detail of our lives. We have an audiologist, we’ll soon have a wood stove, and we might even have friends.

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