So hey, our family has some news. Some crazy stuff went down for us in this past month.
We had a kid with medical problems; she had to spend a week in the hospital, which is located a good 45 minutes away from us. It was a really stressful time, waiting for test results and dealing with the dizzying logistics of needing to be in two cities at one time. But, the tests all came back good, and she is home and recovering well, though in need of ongoing medical care for a while.
While we had a kid in the hospital, both our cars were out of commission. Our main vehicle, the Tahoe, got run into by somebody, blowing a tire and causing a bunch of minor body damage. It had to be in the shop for two weeks, during which time we were supposed to have an equivalent rental car, but obtaining said rental car was such a logistical nightmare that it took a week for us to accomplish it.
At the same time as all this, our other car, a vintage 1795 Subaru, broke down and left us stranded no less than three times, all of them on the way to or from the hospital. I think the poor, moth-eaten old guy just didn’t feel up to the responsibility of being the main family car. The third breakdown proved to be a crazy expensive one, and I don’t believe that car will ever make it home from the car lot where we kind of abandoned it in the midst of the hospital chaos. The car guys are being really patient with us, unless they already sold it for scrap and just haven’t told us yet.
And now the really big news: about three weeks ago, Mark lost his job – you know, that job I talked about in my post on Lent last year? The job that we picked up, left everything behind, and bought our first house for?
That’s the one.
So, long story short, we’re probably moving again. We had planned to stay where we are permanently, but the loss of this
stable job has us looking at selling the house we just bought and moving again. Good jobs in Mark’s field are nearly nonexistent since the recession, but there are certainly none to be found in rural NC, and we sorely miss the family we left behind. We are likely not headed back to Utah, though, since our family there is in the middle of a relocation themselves. Prayers would be much appreciated as Mark is back on the job market so soon after thinking we were finally done with that. Good jobs are so hard to find, and we are now on a firm timeline until the paychecks stop coming. Also, prayers that our house would sell in good time at a good price, and finally that we won’t all go mad in the midst of still more upheaval and transition.
Just for kicks, allow me to provide a short rundown of the other items in my life that have broken, malfunctioned, or otherwise complicated things:
My phone. Our desktop computer. The lawnmower; we had once chance to mow the grass in the middle of all the chaos, but the mower wouldn’t start. Now it’s been raining for approximately forever and the grass is only slightly shorter than the house. (I exaggerate. Maybe.) Emily’s toe. (No, joke, I’m afraid. Running in the house=bad idea).
So, it’s been a run of bad luck at our house, and it’s been hard to stay positive. The job loss has me ricocheting unpredictably from feeling like this is all a blessing in disguise and an adventure, to complete gloom and despair. Which is, I suppose, a very human response. Landing a full time teaching job and buying our first house – these were big goals, and it felt amazing to reach them. Then, just as suddenly, they are gone, the job lost and the house to be sold.
I found a wonderful quote for such a time in the book of Daniel:
“Through tears she looked up to heaven, for she trusted in the Lord wholeheartedly.” – Daniel 13:35
Though nobody died, and nobody is dying, for which I am deeply thankful, it was still easy for me this Lent to remember that I am dust, and to dust I shall return. And that the Lord gives, and the Lord takes away.
Blessed be the name of the Lord.
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