I've had a cold that keeps coming back--three times since I got back from California last month. Even though I have an antibiotic to help out, it's still a slow recovery. Because I feel bad, I have been giving in to temptation over my favorite comfort food--yes, pizza. Not even good pizza. Cheap pizza for five bucks, hot and ready. Weight Watchers is still waiting for me to show up for a meeting this week--that includes a weigh-in. I'm dreading it, even though I did so well last week (another five pounds lost).
Then, hubby told me that he no longer works at his job. He has another lined up for part-time as a mail carrier at the post office, which could turn into full time after a few years. So, he stepped down as manager at his other job to part-time. He was told that he was wanted full time or not at all. So, he left. Which means he lost his bonus that he'd been earning for the last year, a couple thousand dollars.
Short term, we're fine. Long term, we have to come up with another plan. So, while we think, seek and pray about what God would want us to do, I'll keep you all posted about what we're learning about this. The current prayer we're praying is that we'd deal with stress in a godly way, support each other through the transitions and then be thankful for what God has provided for us. And look towards Him in faith for our needs-physical, financial, emotional, spiritual and even mental.
Tim Challies has an excellent blog about trusting God and his promises. You can read it here and I've included a snippet below.
Imagine that you are an Israelite father or mother and that you have three
or four young children depending on you. Imagine putting these children to bed
in the evening, knowing that there is not a bit of food to be found anywhere in
your tent. Just to be sure, you wander over to the fridge and open it up. The
glare from the light shows nothing but the glistening white of the inside of the
Kenmore. There is nothing on any of the shelves; nothing in any of the drawers.
There isn’t even a mostly-empty jar of relish left over from when you made
burgers a few weeks earlier. There isn’t a clove of garlic or an old stick of
butter. There is nothing. You close the door and open the freezer and as you
wave your hand to brush aside the mist, you see that every corner of the freezer
is empty. You turn to the nearby pantry and, looking high and low, see that
there is not a bag, not a box, not a jar to be found. You have no food.
As you tuck your daughter into bed that night, she says, “Daddy, what will
we eat for breakfast tomorrow?” And with utter sincerity and utter confidence
you say, “God will provide.” And, despite the bare cupboards and the empty
fridge, you are able to go to sleep that night with full confidence that there
will be food for you the next day. When you wake in the morning, you unlock the
tent door, step outside, and see the world around covered in food like frost on
a cold morning. You are able to quickly and easily collect enough food for the
day, and can head inside knowing that the children will have all the food they
need that day. As you nuke their mannapancakes, you whisper a prayer of
gratitude that God provided again. Yet again.