We left the U.S. on January 12th, stopping in Colombia for a week of meetings with fellow Latin American missionaries. We arrived in Brazil on Sunday, the 20th, and began apartment hunting the next day. A realtor had been in touch with us and told us he had 3 possible places. In my American thinking, we’d look at the options, choose one, and move in within a few days.
Imagine our disappointment when the realtor showed us only one apartment (above our budget) and said the keys to the others were unobtainable. Several days passed. Nothing. Thursday he called saying he’d given up the search. We went on the Brazilian Craig’s List and found an apartment in our price range and immediately set up an appointment to see it. It was everything we wanted so we asked the realtor to prepare the contract. A week has gone by. No contract. Without a contract, no key. Without a key, no possibility of requesting our stored belongings to be transported from Brasília. It will take 5 to 15 days to have the electricity and gas hooked up. The absolute earliest we’ll move in will be 2 weeks from now. It’s hard to wait.
It’s hard to wait when people who are supposed to be helping us fail us. I have been comforted by the reminder that God never fails us. When we look to people, we will often be discouraged, but when we trust His perfect timing, it helps us to stop whining and start resting. He knows why all this is taking so much time. He is never in a hurry. (Drat!) He has sent us wonderful friends who are housing us till the right time. I breathe a sigh of relief as I remember He is in control.