Monday nights are Dad and Sara date nights–it’s something we’ve done since I was young, with a short intermission during college, but I’m pleased to announce that we’re back at it!
So if you’re wondering why neither of us respond for an hour or two on Monday nights, just know we’re likely eating dessert or junk food somewhere, talking about life and the random thoughts that cross our minds.
Tonight we talked a little bit about money and what’s it’s been like to provide for ourselves at different points in our lives–specifically the times we both relocated from California–him to Japan, and me to St. Louis for the summer.
While our jobs and lives were drastically different, there was one thing we had in common–we didn’t have cars. Bikes were our primary mode of transportation, and hitching rides with friends was a necessary and somewhat frustrating means of survival.
I’ve been thinking a lot about St. Louis recently–I spent the summer of 2014 there with my good friend, McKenna Tucker and her family, who I had never previously met. The Tucker family was generous enough to let me stay with them rent free in a spare room, while I figured out how to do life without my family after surviving freshman year of college.
I think I’ve been thinking a lot about my time in St. Louis because I remember showing up there with only half of what I had packed (the airline lost my luggage for about a month) and with probably twenty bucks in my bank account, and I felt a lot like I do now–very poor and very desperate.
That summer I quickly learned two very valuable things–the art of frugality and the art of the hustle. It was a deeply humbling experience–I submitted application after application and went to interview after interview, and when I finally got my job in the fitting room of Marshall’s, I rode a borrowed bike through the humid Creve Coeur streets to work each day.
My dad learned similar things as he rode to interviews on his bike and found he had to coax his friends to give him rides to Costco for groceries (an otherwise 3 hour journey). He was deeply humbled by his dependence on friends for things that were so basic and easy during life in the U.S.–going to the store, paying rent, reading mail, etc. He prayed A LOT in Japan.
And when we were talking about our current financial situations, Dad and I landed on this one idea–we’ve got to trust God. It’s a given that we’ve got to do the work–the Bible says if you don’t work, you don’t eat. But Proverbs 14:23 also says, “All hard work brings a profit” and Galatians 6:7 says that we will reap what we sow.
I don’t know how long it is until harvest, but I do know that God will bless hard work–mine, my dad’s, and yours. So hang on. God has always provided for my family and he’ll provide you what you need too.
Note: The picture featured above this article was taken when I visited my fam in Japan in December of 2013–thankfully my photography skills have come a long way, since 😉