In The Waiting... (Part 1)

Well, this is all so new to me. I have had such a hard time trying to figure out what to write about. For those of you who know me (Lisa-hopefully, I will get my hubby to post on here once in a while) very well (or even just a little bit), you know that my mind is always on, going a mile a minute (which is why I am up at 1 am writing this). All at once I can have ten thoughts run through my head of cool things I would like to post on here. Of course, my follow-through stinks (if you know me you probably know that too!) and I never write any of this brilliant stuff down. But here I am, following through on my promise to keep this blog going. Even if I am the only one reading it. Writing is cathartic to me. I have always loved journaling and writing so I guess this is as much for me as anyone.

Yes, I did have a point to this post. As I have been contemplating this week about what I wanted to write about, this phrase, "in the waiting", kept popping up in my head. In The Waiting is actually the title of an album by a friend of mine, Tricia Brust. For some reason it keeps coming back to me.

God has had our family on quite the journey for many months and the one lesson I can say that I have learned is "wait". Ha ha-I can hear you snickering-again, the ones who know me. Okay, I will admit, I am not the most patient person in the world. A trait I inherited honestly from my beloved grandfather (I am sure you will hear more about him in later posts). You know how they say you should never pray for patience? The reason is because God might just give you something that will require it! (AND THEN I HAD KIDS!!!) Well, boy did He ever! Keep reading if you want hear our story.

On August 14, 2006 I was trying to get ahold of my husband at work. I tried several times to call him, unsuccessfully. Finally, he picked up his phone and I found out why he had not answered before. He was in the middle of being let go at his job. Oh my goodness! Talk about having the wind knocked out of you! All at once I felt sick to my stomach, started crying hysterically and picked up the phone to call my dear friend Melissa. I had no idea what was going to happen to us. The first two thoughts that ran through my head were, "we are going to lose our house" and "I'm going to have to go back to work", which has always been one of my greatest fears. It was like a nightmare and I really could not believe it was happening. For the first time in 6 years of marriage, Rick finally had a job that was paying half way decently and he didn't have to work weekends. It was the first time since we had been together that he had not had to work two jobs. I mean, we were in heaven, the kids were loving having Daddy home, life was great. Then all at once, our feet were knocked out from under us. With no other source of income and only one month's severance, to say I was desperate is an understatement. Unfortunately, I was desperate for the wrong things. Incidentally, my husband's first comment to me after he told me what had happened was "I am such a failure."

Stay tuned...