A friend from church, Rachel, came to visit me today. She told me that she lives on Smith Street in Mansfield and the Holy Spirit brought to mind another story from my life; it is one that follows on from yesterday’s blog post.
When my husband left me in Kingston upon Thames, Surrey in June 1994, he first set up home with his new woman in a rented house on Racecourse Road in Mansfield, Notts. The street parallel to Racecourse Road is Maltby Road (and our next door neighbour in Kingston upon Thames had the surname Maltby). The next parallel road in Mansfield is Smith Street (and Smith is my maiden name).
So, although there are 160 miles between Kingston upon Thames and Mansfield, the same picture of neighbours is symbolised. Mr Maltby living next to Miss Smith in Kingston upon Thames and Maltby Road next to Smith Street in Mansfield.
Although my husband moved 160 miles away from me, it was as if he had moved into the next street 🙂
Please don’t try to tell me that there is not a loving Father God who is overseeing our mixed up lives.