Over a five-year period we rented out our country home to five different families.
Our first tenants were a recently married couple with two boys from her first marriage. They were so excited about the house in the country that they barbecued and slept there before they even moved in. A year later, with a heavy heart, the wife texted me. She had booted out her husband for drug use; she could no longer afford the dream house.
Our second tenants, a married couple and their son, showed up just in time, and we thanked God for providing them. They had moved from up North; the husband was disabled; the wife said she worked as a U.S. marshal. “You mean …