I also wanted to serve as a volunteer. Then my husband - who did not want to hear another word about moving to Israel - said: “Go! Stay three months, learn some Hebrew, find out all you can about making Aliyah.” My husband actually sent me! Hallelujah! 

But we did not have the finances, even though Sar-el subsidized the airfare. No problem - for when we held our regular home-fellowship on Friday evening, one after another arrived with check in hand saying, “the Lord told me to give you this.” Sure enough, my plane ticket was covered and I knew the Lord would take care of the rest. 

One week before I was to return to the States, I sat on a hill Y overlooking Jerusalem (just as the Lord had promised in 1978, and as that picture on the aeriogram had confirmed,) when I clearly heard that still small voice inside of me say: “The time has come to make the move. This is the time.” 

And I knew this was so. So I prayed, “O Lord, if that is You speaking to me and not my own heart talking, then please move on my husband to say exactly that. I will not say one word to him about it, but I will know for sure that You have spoken if my husband says what you have just spoken to my heart.” 

I returned to Dallas at the end of August. My husband gave no sign of a change of heart. Until that September evening standing in our driveway, sipping ice-tea. 

No manna fell from heaven, nobody brought a large donation. We spoke to a Real Estate agent who was extremely negative about selling our home. But he gave us some ideas how to improve our house, and hard work began: painting cabinets, scraping floors, setting tiles, carpeting, bathrooms, laying new roof tiles, painting the exterior, etc. etc. Having no tools to fix up our yard, I organized a work-bar-b-q party for our friends and supporters who went to work, cutting, cleaning, mowing, you name it and it was done. Our house and yard looked like new. One couple even made and installed a new kitchen counter. 

Meanwhile another Real Estate agent told us that the housing market was really depressed and we should not have great expectations. However, being greatly impressed by our home improvements, she sent us more prospective buyers than anyone else. She felt compelled to get our house sold, “if that’s the last thing I do,” she said. Our contract with her was for 3 months. The house did not sell. 

One day after the contract expired a man came by, looked at the house, loved it and bought it -- for double the amount we had bought the house 9 years before. Our Real Estate agent was amazed. While houses were selling all over the market at a loss, if at all, we sold ours in only 3 months with a 100% profit. “This has to be the Lord,” she said (she was a believer), “and just to prove it to us, he waited until the contract expired. My dear friends, it is the Lord Who sold your house, not I. It looks like you are on your way to Israel.” 

My husband gave his notice to his employer.