Drunk Roommate Kicks Me Out

Several years ago, I went out to LA to stay with a girl I knew from #ANTM , who had been begging me to come for a visit. I needed an agency there anyway, so I thought this would be a good opportunity to possibly get one. She told me I wouldn't even need a car because I could just ride with her everywhere. She said she would be more than happy to take me where I needed to go. I thought that was beyond sweet of her to offer this hospitality. I looked at it this as an open door from the Lord to get me to California. I didn't have a lot of money then, so this was definitely a blessing.

It didn't take me long to see that she wasn't the girl I thought she was. I felt so stuck!! I had no friends there, no car, and not a lot of money to go out and rent a place for myself. I cried out to the Lord almost daily, asking Him why He would bring me out there to stay in such a circumstance. In the middle of the night, I would call my mom for prayer because living there had become so unbearable. At this point, I didn't know what to do. I considered just going home, but felt this discernment that there was something for me there. I asked, "LORD SHOW ME THEN. I cannot take living here." 

The only bright side I had to this whole situation was a group called Models for Christ, who are all over the world. It is where people from the fashion, modeling, and entertainment industry meet up to share, eat, and fellowship. I had spoken at the one in NYC years before. I loved having that bond with others in the same industry. 

After a short time, the Lord stirred me up to rent a car. I am so thankful that He did. This car looked like it could break down at any point, but it made me feel more free and not so stuck. I am BEYOND thankful for the Lord's prompting on this and that I obeyed.

One night my roommate came home a little tipsy with her friends. She wakes me up, yells at me for I don't know what, and decides to kick me out. Now, it is about 11 pm at night. As I am fighting off tears, confusion, fear, anger, I try and pack up my things. Her friends are all gathered on the couch with her while I am getting my things together. They laugh, mock at me, with their proud faces, while downing a few more drinks. They knew I had no place to go. 

In my heart, with all of my might, I cried out to the Lord with everything that is within me. I begged Him to make a way, even when there seemed to be none. I had no clue where I was going to go. I could go to a hotel, but how many nights could I afford that? As I prayed, the people from Models for Christ came to my mind. I called one telling her my situation. While I was on the phone, my roommate was in the background saying, "if you need some help getting packed up then let me know, you don't have much time before I will actually kick you out." 

Right as I was about to loose it, the Lord parted the waters for me. There were two girls connected with MFC that were overjoyed to let me sleep on their couch for a few nights. I was speechless. I had never met them, or talked to them until now, but they were still willing to invite me in. I got my things together, car packed, and headed to their place about midnight. Talk about the Lord moving in the "eleventh hour?!" 

When I had arrived, they had their little couch made up for me like a cozy bed. It brought tears to my eyes. I could feel the love of Christ in their quaint apartment. They were angels sent to me from God, to deliver me from the hell where I had been living. They didn't even know the magnitude of what they were doing, but God saw, and I felt it. I enjoyed one of the best sleeps I have ever had on their couch. It was better than any 5 star hotel bed. As I laid my head down to sleep, I seriously felt like I was in the arms of Jesus. 

More on this story later.....