Have you ever found yourself making those deep sighing breaths?
I did a lot of that this past week.
My sighs were dramatic enough for my husband to ask if I was okay.
My response was always, “Yes, I’m okay!”
But really, how okay can a person be when their future is so unknown.
Then again, do any of us know our future or what lies ahead for the day that moment we awake?
Sure, we know our responsibilities for the day…even our dreams. But, we do not know if they will indeed become the reality. Life changes on a dime, so to speak.
Those of you who are regular readers know that my life changed on January 2 when my husband walked into his office to be dismissed from his position. He works daily at getting work or another ministry position. Yet…nine months and two days later….nothing has transpired.
As we were looking for work beyond our ‘new’ hometown in Pennsylvania, the owner of our home, decided he would like to put the house on the market. He had doubts that it would sell. After all, it was on the market for eight months before we signed a lease with him.
I suspected that all the cosmetic changes we had made to the house would make it significantly more marketable. However, the houses on either side of ours had been for sale since early spring. One had just sold, the other seems to get little traffic or interest, and there are many houses on the market in the borough. And though the real estate agent had not been in the house for years, she thought it would sell quickly.
Two of us were right. An offer was made on the house before it “officially” even went on the market, giving us a bit over a month to pack up, and figure out our next step. We entertained many options. But, with three cats…two who are 14 years-old and one who is nine…our options were limited.
Economics were also a big part of our picture. We got a quote on moving our ‘house’ to Michigan by a professional mover. Twelve thousand dollars was the quote. [gulp] It seemed the best thing to do was to put everything in storage, locally. Over the course of the week…our home was transformed into a house. An empty house.
Some good friends offered us the option to come and stay with them. Surely a better option than trying to rent another place while looking for employment. We are incredibly grateful for their kindness and generosity in upsetting their lifestyle to accommodate us and our three cats.
Our plan was to have everything packed and cleaned by noon on the 31st. By five o’clock that day, we realized that was just not going to happen, so we shot for the next day at noon. In the end, we pulled out at 3:25 p.m. with a car loaded with two cat carriers, laptops, camera equipment, clothes for late summer to winter, and miscellaneous essentials. We were packed to the brim.
About 10 miles in to our journey, we heard a stressed cry from one of the cats and an odor came wafting forward. Another mile or two and another unpleasant odor filled the car. It was essential that we stop. In order to get into the back seat, I had to set things outside the car and close the door so that I could get cats out of carriers, clean, and change carrier locations and switch out the cats in their carriers. Poppy our sickie was going to ride alone.
After everything was resettled, we took off again, with plans to stop at a restroom so I could wash the “you know what” off my hands and fresh clean pants. As I got ready to get out of the car, I realized that the spot where I had just attended to the cats, we had pulled away leaving my camera bag, etc., sitting in the parking lot.
Immediately my husband was informed that he needed to drive quickly back to that parking lot. And yes, I prayed like crazy. You can only imagine my relief when I saw the bag and dirty towels laying in the parking lot. I cried tears of joy. The bag made it back in the car. The stinky towels?
Our trip was to be just under six hours. And though the traffic was not heavy, and we only had a brief rain shower, two very sore (does anybody make a squat-o-meter??) and exhausted people needed to stop for longer times at the rest areas. At one point, it was my turn to drive. I walked around and around and around the car praying as my husband went in to the service plaza. I was so tired I had anxiety. When he returned to the car I apologized that I couldn’t see well enough to drive. He had worked so hard and I knew he was as tired a me. But, I am glad that I was truthful with my fatigue, as we went through the longest construction zone, which in my state would have put me over the top completely.
On a dark stretch of road we drove past the sign welcoming us to Pure Michigan. I sighed with relief. A little more than an hour and we would be ‘home.’ Finally, we pulled in our friends’ driveway sometime after 11 p.m. Yay!
That was three days ago. I’d like to tell you I have recovered. Seriously I truly expected that after a good night’s sleep and an easy day, I would be reenergized. Instead I am overwhelmed with tiredness.
Yesterday, we took time to walk at a lovely park and yes, my camera was in hand. The nature photos are just a few of those I took on the walk. The best photos are never taken around noon, and these are not great. But, at least it gives you a glimpse into the beauty at the park. I fully expected to be reenergized from the walk. Yes, it fed my soul, but physically, no.
I know some of you are going through greater things than job loss, home loss, and fatigue. Yet, your prayer support and words of encouragement mean the world to me. Thank you.
God has been so good to us through these past few months. I know HE is trustworthy. I know HE will direct our paths and make a way for a good job/ministry for my husband and a home for us, and possibly even a job for me.
If I could dream, I would dream that this little blog could be my job. I know it is possible. And more than anything, it makes my heart sing to share with you here. Wouldn’t that be Extraordinary?
Today my husband and I celebrate our wedding anniversary. I am blessed with a good, godly, and handsome man who I know loves me with all his heart. My heart is full. There won’t be cards, or gifts, or even a special dinner. But, I do know there’s a famous dairy bar in this town and I’m going to suggest that we order an ice cream treat to share and celebrate our love and blessing.
If you’ve made it this far….you are extraordinary!
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