I heard a sermon on debt and money and finances God's way at church on Sunday. It was good to hear them talking about stuff that is sometimes shied away from in church - like hell. "We don't want to talk about it cos it upsets people." Just go to a freaken user-friendly church then! Boring!
Anyways, the sermon was good and practical for me. I took a loan out from my parents to buy a new car. They gave me the money and then, a few months later, refused to give me their bank details to set up debiting and whatever. Said I should save it for my next overseas journey or something. Said that all the other siblings owed them money and weren't paying it back, so why should I?
I didn't heaps like the idea, but like a good girl, I didn't complain.
My parents are not really teaching me good money management skills in this situation, even though they are being nice. If I couldn't pay off the loan, fair enough. But I can. And if they didn't want me to pay it off, they shouldn't have given it to me under the term 'loan' - which indicates repayments.
So, I told mum yesterday that whether she liked it or not, I was going to pay back that loan. I'm also going to match, dollar for dollar, whatever I put into the loan repayments in a week, to put the same amount into a high-interest savings account.
I'm going to pay off my credit card and cut it up.
God is my source. He wants to be my source. He can prove himself.
In other news, I'VE GOT A HOUSE TO LIVE IN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Me and Kez have been looking for a while. Everything we looked at was average (to say the least) cos of our budget, but we were applying for them heaps. Nothing. But, our policy was, 'If God hasn't got this one for us, he must have something better.'
By that, I'm not meaning better as in more classy, more ritzy, bigger or anything. I was thinking better as in... maybe all the paint could be the same colour and please not be apricot orange! I was thinking better as in... maybe the people we live near (in the same complex for example) need us more than another place.
It's been a good 6 months of looking and applying and me being in a boarding situation in-limbo waiting on a house (a good 6 months as in I've really had a wonderful time despite half my stuff being here and some being there and most of it packed etc).
Then, Kez's parents sold a block of land by the beach for a treat and decided they'd like to buy an investment property... one that, conveniently, we could rent off them. Grand idea!
Easter weekend, Kez calls me. "How about a house here?"
Looked at photos on the net... Now, by better, I'm talking classy!

The family wanted my opinion. I liked it alright, don't get me wrong, but why did they want my opinion! I was happy enough to just be getting a house to live in - this was something that they were going to OWN. My opinion doesn't heaps fit into it.
They put in an offer. They got the house. Settlement goes through start of next week and then we move in!
I always knew God would do better... but, once again, He's exceeded my expecations and given me a better house than I could have dreamed of.
My housemate...?
I think she'll live.
Even if she has to live with me.