There’s been a series of events that literally made me fall to the ground in weakness.
--Lost my job in July.
--Moved in with my sister for a little over a month in August searching and waiting for a job.
--Got a call that there was a job in Louisiana in September.
--The job required more than a 20% pay cut.
--Decided to take the job.
--Wife and I drove to Louisiana on a house hunting trip.
--Realized we couldn’t afford to live in LA with the new salary.
--Came to the conclusion that I would have to deny the job.
--At the last minute, we found a house with wonderful Christian landlords.
--Came to the conclusion that I would accept the job.
--Drove back to my sister’s to start packing.
--On the drive back, got a call telling me the job was no longer available.
Are you all caught up? Good, because we’re just getting started. Now, through all this, I’m getting more and more exhausted as I try to push through my life’s roller coaster with my own strength.
As my wife and I are continuing the drive back to my sister’s house, we’re listening to a Christian pastor talking about how the Holy Spirit is always talking to us, but we’re not listening. I verbally stated to God that “I’m a little slow down here, could you please repeat yourself.”
A few hours later on the drive, I get another call telling me that the job is back on and get ready to move. Was this the Holy Spirit repeating what I needed to hear?
We finally get back to my sister’s house and start preparing to pack up our things. I’m making phone calls reserving the truck, preparing our kids for another move, and attempting to prepare physically and mentally to drive once again.
A couple days later, we get the truck loaded up and we’re prepared to leave the next day. While I was outside looking at the truck in front of the house, I got another phone call telling me the job is no longer available…again. I was told to stay ready because it might change again, but don’t leave just yet.
Stay with me for a minute here while I backtrack. While we were in Nebraska, my youngest son broke his arm (on a bounce house of all places). So for the majority of our “family vacation” with my sister and her family, my 3 year old had a cast up to his armpit. As another aside, the water pump on my truck went out and my truck overheated when I was on the way to take my kids to a bounce house to play. When I say this experience was horrible, I really mean it. Everything that could go wrong was going wrong… and worse.
With the news that we weren’t leaving in the morning, my wife called to see if we could get the cast removed a bit early and get an x-ray to see if everything was healing well. The doctors made room the next day and my wife scheduled it.
A bit later, before the cast was removed, I got another call telling me the job was good to go again and they wanted me to leave right away. I told them I didn’t want to cancel the cast removal and I would leave in a couple days (really I wanted to let them change their mind a few more times… and I wanted the cast off… and I was mentally exhausted and could appreciate knowing my schedule for the next 24 hours for once).
So now the cast is off, the truck is loaded, and we’re minutes from leaving when my wife gets a phone call informing her of a death in the family (the second since we began our original move a little over a month ago).
We’re frantic! She missed the first funeral because she felt she needed to be with her family… us (have I mentioned how awesome and strong my wife is?). But this is getting to be too much.
We are physically and mentally drained to the point that we simply had nothing left.
We need to get in our vehicles and drive 12 hours across the country.
We need to figure out if my wife needs to attend a funeral.
We need to have a job.
What would you do?