It’s official.  We own dirt.

Dirt Sweet Dirt.  This beautiful dirt pile marks the spot where futuristic gallons of coffee will be ingested, by yours truly, for the next two to three decades!  Home sweet home!  After all is said, done and built (by October), this is what our new home will look like.

We’re so psyched!

But one thought keeps bouncing around my crazy Jersey girl brain.  Getting to a new place is a whole lotta work.

Rarely, have I ever driven down Easy Street getting to a “new place”.  Whether losing weight, managing finances or even in rebuilding my marriage – the “new place” is a whole lotta work!  Your life is a journey you must travel with a deep consciousness of God. 1 Peter 1:7 (Message)

Traveling with God is fun, never boring, and at times, the opposite of easy. Our getting to financial freedom was a whole lot of work compiled of day in and day out choices.  We’ve lived in our modest town home for nine years now.  Seven years ago, the time came when we couldn’t keep living above our means.  So we made a series of choices: turned off the TV, canceled subscriptions, didn’t dine out, said “no” to the extra luxuries like a dry cleaner, school photos or getting my hair colored by anyone besides Loreal.

We finally surrendered as to how to make sense of our cents.  We knew the solution. God .  How God was going to do it? We hadn’t the foggiest idea.  But we did know that doing it “our way” didn’t work.

When we were really in dire financial straits, we got even more radical.  No we didn’t downsize, or go to moped transportation. We didn’t get a second or third job or put our hope into the stock market.  We gave more to God.  We became monthly partners with Joyce Meyer Ministries.  The Finkster said he’d seen big chances in me since I started reading her books and listening to her teachings so that’s why we picked this ministry.

Translation:  Dave saw God use Joyce’s teachings to tame my big mouth and attitude.  He put our money where my mouth was! Yawn

We gave $100 every month, above our tithe.   We really didn’t have it to give as we operated in the red every month.  But God took the trust “seed” and in t-i-m-e, God grew it, bloomed it and expanded it.

The suffering won’t last forever.  It won’t be long before this generous God who has great plans for us in Christ-eternal and glorious plans they are!-will have you put together and on your feet for good.  He gets the last words, yes, he does. 1 Peter 5:8-11 (Message)

But after a  time of what felt like suffering… freedom came.  First, we were able to eat out once a week.  Then we hooked the cable back up, then the dry cleaner…and so on.  Then, before we knew it, we were busy doing life and didn’t even realize that we were “there” to move into our dream home. We’d finally gotten content with where we were at.  Nine years isn’t so long when you compare it to the Israelites 40 year journey, right?!?!  Right????

Something Pastor Kent said in his powerful Easter Sunday sermon was that, “You can’t have spring without winter.” Spring sure lets you look back and appreciate the winter for what it was, a bleak, gray, preparation time.  All of creation is just striving to “be free” to bloom into their desired design…but there needs to be roots, and those roots need to be  well established before bloom time could happen.

Us too.

All glory be to God, for setting our roots deep and making our finances bloom.  God rocks! Our roots are expanding out, as each time we have a salary increase, we’ve spread roots out to sponsoring two more ministries, and God keeps on blessing us!

We’re now onto the important business of making our current home look like we don’t actually live in it, sometimes referred to as “putting it on the market”.  Tomorrow’s the day.  My hope is in nothing less, Christ the solid rock we stand, all other ground is sinking sand.

Is there an area where you need to let go and trust God to work it all out, in His time for His glory? I remember a former Air Force mentor,  Lt Col Parker, told me to, “Bloom where you’re planted.”  We finally did, will you too?

The big news here in the Fink Fam household is that we’re putting our current town home on the market and moving into a single family home. Where? When? Dunno.

While some would consider this more like the Jefferson family song, “Well, we’re moving on up…” – we don’t.

We live in a neighborhood that the Finkster and I joke is the “ghetto” of our beautiful planned community. Our home is modest and in the oldest part of town, that is, if you consider 13 years “old”?!?!

While we’re delighted that God’s blessed and increased our finances to have some more square footage, we don’t delight in leaving our friends aka: “neighbors”.

We live in a metropolitan suburb of our great nations capitol, where people drive home from their fabulous jobs in their fancy cars into their spiffy garage, and close their door and hearts to community…odd to form in this neck of town, we just don’t live in that kind of hood. I’m left wondering, mulling over oodles of questions…

Who will be our new neighbors?

Will they be willing to remove a tick that is stuck to my lower back at a moment’s notice?

Will they let me borrow their orange shirt on Vacation Bible School “orange shirt” day?

Will they innately know when the Finkster is “beef-deficient” (yes, those are the exact words he utilizes when he speaks of his “condition” of too much chicken, turkey and fish) and bring down a portion of their own beef stroganoff dinner?

Will they bring my family and me homemade chicken noodle soup when we (and them) are struck with the swine flu? (That’s a hand drawn surgical mask, not an “original” (as if ya couldn’t tell!), but this was how it was delivered so we didn’t cross-pollunate our germs, that little gem, Jenn! Did I mention that JENN HAD SWINE FLU TOO?!?!?)

Will they offer the boys and me seats at their Easter dinner table while the Finkster is overseas for 3 months?

Will they organize and prepare delicious meals for us while the Finster is overseas for 3 months? (Jess, Jenn, Fany and Courtney all made meals for us!)

Will they be generous to the point of making me overwhelmedly blush? (I complimented sweet neighbor, Fany, on her beautiful ring. As she told me that her sister sent it to her from her homeland of Peru, she wiggled it off and demanded that I keep it. First of all, WHY did I fight her on that one? And second, no, I no longer compliment Fany on items that she is wearing…we both know the outcome of that one!

Will they be offended when they see their new cheap neighbors give her three men haircuts on the back deck, or will they come out chat with us?


(*Please note Jess’s tummy…this is the reason I’ve not been blogging and blaming her lately on “making me” get up at unGodly hours, in unGodly temperatures to run…A BABY, they’re having a BABY!!!)

Will they “ghetto pass” (I’m not joking, these are the words that we use) a Dr. Seuss book from their personal collection after we’ve agreed that my offspring are neglected for not having one in their own expansive library, on book report night?

(“Ghetto pass” = walking out of one’s kitchen, onto your deck and exchanging an item across the three feet space that separates your deck from theirs.)

Just yesterday, the mother of all “ghetto passes” occurred. Jenn sent a flavored water bottle from her deck, to Beth’s, to Jess’s to mine…and no one got out of their homes to walk down the street. I was sucking down that sucker about 30 seconds after Jenn stepped foot out on her deck!

Will they let me photograph and blog about ‘em? What good sports, huh?!? (He, he!)

But the most important of questions, Will they be our friends?

Neighborhoods like this aren’t “made”. No, they’re “given” as a gift from God (and I think I need to stop typing soon cause the water works are starting up again…). If your eyes are open, maybe you also see that you were “given” a gift too!?!?

Will you please pray that God plants the Fink fam in the home that He desires, and not just so we can be blessed as we’ve been so abundantly for the past nine years, but so that we can be a blessing!