I don't like Christmas and I struggle most years to get through this coming Month. It's compounded this year with the thought that we won't be all under the same roof -- I am learning this year, that sharing is caring.
Whatever.
Today, I booked the day off -- just to be off. Instead, my body said, I'm tired, I have a cold. It's turned into a sick day....a pajama day. I have one of these per year....today I decided I could actually get dressed and use my pj day another day....next month.
I decided to get up, get coffee and get baking. I love being in my kitchen.
As I opened my red binder--that holds all my Christmas recipes I found this:
This time last year--Kent had been part of a restructuring of the company that left him on the short end of the stick. Last hired, first laid off.
It was an ugly day, November 15, 2012 seemed like what else do we have to go through this year? I should've kept my thoughts to myself. Shortly after that, we were in 2 car accidents and then found out that our precious Daughter and Son-in-law were moving out of the province.
I had words with God. They weren't pretty but he's a big God, with big shoulders and could handle my heartache and anger.
Today, finding this note in my baking it was propelled back to the beginning of December 2012. Kent spent 12-14 hour days at the dining room table putting together his technical resume. He worked very hard to get everything together for a job search.
I started to bake and we had committed to going to New York (with Kent) on December 31 to help with Hurricane Sandy relief and we didn't know how God was going to repair our hearts and prepare us for New York, HOW would we pay for it? HOW could we give when we are so wounded ourselves?
Little by little, step by step, we walked away from the Annus Horriblus/Annus Mirabilis that was 2012--and learned to lean on God, supporting each other, finding the BEST in every situation.
So, 1 year later: Last night I marveled that we had extras for dinner 3 times this week. I am surrounded by boys--and I am loving every minute of it.
Our lives have definitely changed since that little green piece of paper was written on. We feel more at home here, we have great jobs, we have a happy, full home and I know more than ever that we are being held up by His Righteous Right Hand.
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