It was about a year ago that my life started to feel like it was spiraling out of control. McH was offered his new job, we were starting the process of putting our house on the market, we were looking for a new house in the Greater Radiator Springs area, McH was about to have back surgery, and we were fearing we’d get the travel call to complete our son’s adoption in the middle of it all. We were also fearing we wouldn’t get the travel call, which would have meant re-doing paperwork after we moved, thus further delaying the already very long process.
It all felt like such a no-win situation: having to move, wanting my son right now but not yet, knowing the move would turn my kids’ lives upside down, back surgery right before a new job and an overseas trip, etc.
One night as I was hunkered down in my bed all teary eyed and feeling forsaken, my wise husband looked at me and said, “It will be okay. We are not yet as Job.”
That really did put things in perspective for me.
For those who aren’t familiar with the story of Job, let me put it into more modern-day America terms.
My life wasn’t this bad:
And George, if you’re out there, Tewt the Newt is having flashbacks of stress and chaos.
Edited to add: Oooooooo! Shame, shame, shame! on the person who found my blog trying to find a pre-written book report on Breaking Dawn. Shame on you, you nasty, nose-picking ne’er-do-well. I am so glad I didn’t write anything about Breaking Dawn that is even slightly book report worthy. *Huff!* If you were dumb enough to steal what I did write? You deserved that F-.