
Ah, John 16:33. How often I come back to that simple command - take heart.
Seven weeks into Dan's three month contract at his new job, he was told he was being let go, due to the company not getting a major deal that they thought they would. Poor Dan. He innocently wanted to have a half-way through meeting with his boss to see if there were things he could improve on. Little did he know, that at the end of the meeting, he had a day and a half left of work. Dan and I exchanged a few choice words and sentiments towards his FORMER employer. But after that, we just laughed together and thought of a what a relief it was. Dan likened it to a bad relationship - the company wasn't doing him any favors and he wasn't doing them any favors. It was an odd job that he hated and struggled through every hour of it.
Looking back, God did us a HUGE favor. If he'd have kept the job, we would have bought a house (due to the overwhelming pressure to BUY, BUY, BUY before April 30th when the tax incentive waves a longing goodbye). In retrospect, I would have hated to buy a house...only because we felt pressured to...while Dan was in a job that he despised more than the State of Ohio. I'm much more at peace with Dan on the job hunt again - happier - and able to be a bit more choosy about where he applies. Oh, God has blessed us RICHLY with my job. It's giving us the financial security to let Dan figure things out slowly...so that this debachle does NOT happen again.
On a lighter note, Dan and I bought tickets to Seattle for the mass family reunion. Not necessary "mass" in family size, but "mass" in the emotional weight this gathering holds for all of us. Kris and Jeff have been gone for over two years now and it will be the first time the entire family (all ten of us) have been together since 2007. Tears of obnoxious joy will be shed. (Side note - we were watching Julie & Julia on Saturday night and Dan told me that when Dorothy & Julia Child met at the train station it reminded him of my and my sisters' reuniting. It was a proud moment for me.) We're buying Dan some awesome $40 trip insurance, which guarantees us a 100% refund if he happens to get a job before then.
No matter what kind of mood I'm in, listening to Mick Jagger sing can always get a laugh out of me. He's hilarious in a slightly unsettling kind of way.
I haven't been to the gym in one week and one day. Thanks to this devil-of-a-cold. Actually, pretty sure it's not a cold. Me and Dan both ran fevers by the time it was all said and done. Luckily my cold has been suppressing my appetite. So my smaller intake of the usual snackings have somewhat offset my lack of exercise. Plus the coughing works wonders for the abs, ya know.
I read this in my devotions this morning. Out of context, it sounds non-amazing, but today it brought me to my knees before the throne of God: "We realize that He has wrought some things in us, and that the wings of our souls have learned to beat the upper air."
I'm in the Upper Air.
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