So this story is unlike any other I’ve written. It all really happened. Well, most of it. We always teased my brother that Miss Right lived in Australia. Turns out she did. I used their story with permission, changed the timeline from 5 months to a few weeks, and maybe invented their thoughts…
But the basic story really happened. ‘John’ did end up staying at the invitation of a friend of a friend. ‘Jo’ really did take that phone call, then fly all the way to England to stay without him knowing.
On an extended holiday from the UK, John Connington finds himself in Sydney with nowhere to stay. Only a telephone number from a friend of someone his sister works with offering him a place to stay. Trusting that God knows what He’s doing, John rings and asks a total stranger if he can stay.
Jo can’t believe the audacity of the man, yet when her flat mate knows of this arrangement there is nothing she can do. She’s not prepared for the avalanche of feelings produced by seeing John. Not impressed by God’s sense of humour she fights how she feels until just before John leaves for home, both their lives change forever.
Can a long distance relationship really work or is God just teasing them both?
He slid his card through the phone and dialed the number. It rang twice.
“Hello?” a very warm and feminine voice answered.
John took a deep breath, not sure about asking for a place to stay from a stranger. He wasn’t impulsive and never made a decision without praying about it for several days first. “Hello, my name’s John Connington. Is Pippa there?”
“I’m afraid she’s not. I’m Jo, her housemate. Can I take a message? I can get her to call you back.”
For a moment, John was tempted to hang up, and he wiped his damp palm on his jeans, before he slid his free hand into his pocket. “Not very easily, I’m afraid.” Something prompted him to speak. “I’m calling from a pay phone. I was given Pippa’s number by a Christian friend of hers—Sandy Franklin. She works with my sister, Emma, in the UK. The short story is I was told if I needed a place to stay in Sydney, that I should ring Pippa, and she’d put me up.”
Silence echoed before the voice stammered. “I—I see. Well, like I said, Pip isn’t here right now. She should be back in an hour or so. Call back then.”
His heart sank. “All right. I’ll do that. Goodbye.” He set the phone back on the wall. What do I do, Lord?
Gentle feelings touched him that he should go on faith and just leave the hostel. No room at the inn, yet they found a stable. I will provide.