Sometimes seasons change quick.
I haven't really mentioned it here, but we are in a change of seasons here too. Two months ago Peter started a new job. If you read any of my past annoyingly vague posts (if you missed them but love annoying vagueness then read here and here ), you probably know that this past year and a half or so the monies, they have been tight. Like poverty line tight. Like breezing right past "after Thanksgiving dinner loosen the belt a notch" tight and onto "that shirt is two sizes too small and 20 years too late" kind of tight. Peter is in sales and while he is pretty stellar at peddling the goods (goods meaning cable and internet...c'mon. Although it got pretty bad. I won't say it didn't come up in conversation once or twice) his company changed his pay structure last September making it nearly impossible for him to make enough money to support us and our small herd of children. Hence the inappropriate tightness.
After months and months of working two jobs, praying, crying, applying, praying, crying, interviewing, praying, crying, selling furniture out from underneath our tired behinds, praying, crying, finding out he was chosen for the job he had tried to get for years only to find out when he went in to sign the offer sheet that there was no job, yelling, crying, praying, then finding out that his position was terminated because of a merger, just flat out losing our crap, God gave Peter the exact job he thought he had here in Rochester, just in Buffalo, NY. (In case you aren't from around here, that's a hour and a half away, so he is commuting.)
There are at least a bazillion details making this story stunning beautiful, achingly ugly and just plain long. I will spare you those. God could not have made it more clear to us that this was Peter's job. The fact that he didn't have another one was a key indicator as well.
We are thrilled. And relieved. Sometimes we look at each other and say crazy things like "hey, maybe let's pay all our bills this month!" Or "I can breathe." And then we high five and maybe snort-laugh. Because we are dorks. Some people think Peter is a bit looney to commute 3 hours round trip every day in one of the snowiest parts of the country. I am here to say he is not that looney, just majorly desperate because our kids are majorly hungry...all the time. And food doesn't grow on trees...well at least not the trees in our yard. Besides being desperate we are grateful. God answered our prayers and has brought us into a new season.
|Photo by Hayleigh Gavenda|