Sunday, June 12, 2011

Invisibility and Homelessness in a Fraidy Cat World -- Part 2

I'd love to tell you that the darkest years were a lot like labor and that when they were over, I forgot them.  While the nuances and minutia of the individual days are lost in the blur of battle, pivotal moments are as real now as they were when they unfolded.  Some good. Some bad. I wish they were all water under the bridge.

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Early on, we became the 'sexy' Christian cause.  Our family dilemma was the hot new thing to rally around and trouble shoot. You know how Christians are tho'.  Spiritual ADD drives them on to the next cause as they grow bored and frustrated because life, or God, does not bring about instantaneous solutions. When it becomes apparent that He expects us to forbear with His plan - and each other in the process - the glittery cause of the moment loses its 'sexy' luster. We grow weary and ready to move on to problems with easier solutions. 

In those early, almost heady days, of waiting on God, we were bolstered and strengthened.  A car would drive up, the occupant would get out and almost wordlessly hand us an envelope.  Smiles would take the place of words. My little family would huddle in the kitchen and breathe in deeply as the air around us grew light with relief.  Extended family sent cards with gifts that enabled us to buy groceries or pay a light bill.  On 2 occasions, total strangers paid our mortgage. We opened the stranger's envelope and found the amount to cover our mortgage even tho' no one but us knew what was required to pay the bill. Surely, we'd make it. Things would turn around before the end came. We were still on God's radar screen and had an envelope in our hand to prove it!

Labor Day Monday of 2002, I opened the fridge to find no green vegetable and no protein source left. Milk was running low.  I had no grocery money. "I have 2 children," I pleaded with God. "Have you forgotten me? Don't forget them!"  A few hours later, the doorbell rang. A neighbor with whom we had little contact, but for whom I had prepared meals when they had a baby, stood holding 2 bags. "Can you use these? We had a picnic that was rained out.  These were left."  It was a bag of chicken breasts and a salad mix. I burst into tears and told him what he was providing and about my desperate prayer. He cried too. Jeff found a couple of jobs that lasted 4-6 months. I found full-time seasonal work with a charitable organization.   Surely we'd make it before we lost everything.

We put the house up for sale. Realtors paraded through assuring us that our 3+ acres in a bedroom community near Charlotte would get snapped up within days.  I could hear God's voice in the ears of my soul, "There is nothing you can do...be still...the house is already gone."  I looked at Jeff and choked out, "I don't think we will be able to give this house away."  Somehow, I just knew God meant what he said that day when his voice interrupted my vacuuming.  It would take 3 Realtors, 2 FSBO efforts, and a foreclosure vulture, but the end would come before the house would sell.

Despite all we could do, the phone did not ring nor did the mailbox hold work related solutions for either of us. The kindness and patience of friends and strangers was becoming exhausted.  Friends no longer looked us in the eye.  Not only had the phone quit ringing with work related calls, social calls became fewer and farther between.  More and more we were an isolated island unto ourselves.

I'm sure that some of it was that folks just ran out of hopeful things to say and were tired of the same old, "no solution yet," answer.  I reached a point that I could not remain in the sanctuary on Sundays. I felt like we needed to put a score board up in the vestibule of the church to keep folks convinced of our steadfast efforts to solve our own problems.  I'd slip out at some point in the service to cry silent tears in a bathroom stall.  One bitter Sunday, I heard the door open and the clickty clack of shoes approaching.  The feet stopped in front of my stall, toes pointed my way. "I'm sorry.  I wish I could fix it.  I'm sorry."  The feet retreated leaving me to my isolation and agony.


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Every day I wondered, "Will this be the day the phone rings?"  2001 became 2002 which became 2003. Time disappeared like dandelions blowing in the wind. The foreclosure letters began to arrive. The end had come.  As improbable as it seems, other than our mortgage, our ONLY debt was $6,000.00 in medical debt.  Our choice was simple: maintain our COBRA insurance coverage or hold on to the house. We chose medical and became a political statistic - invisible and homeless in America.

Whew, I'm exhausted. Are you? We are in deep water, you and I, dear reader. I hope you will continue to bear with me as I share my story.  If you haven't been through something similar, there's a big chance you know, or will know, someone who faces times just as tough. I wish I could tell you I had an easy answer for them.  I don't. I'm still finding answers of my own 10 years later.  Still in all, I hope my story will serve as a light in a tunnel for you and me both as I write my way back to God.

8 comments:

  1. Don't shorten it a bit! Tell every word!

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  2. I agree~don't edit too much! :)
    Hugs,
    Vicki

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  3. CA, I've been right where you are. Our stories are eerily similar. I'm anxious to hear about your next chapter...

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  4. Hi Again, CA! Just a few minutes ago, I was able to comment on another friends blog using my Google account, and I thought I'd pop back over here to yours and see if my luck holds out! Here's hoping!
    Vicki

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  5. Yay! Blogger loves me again!! LOL

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  6. It's hard to remember in the darkness what God has revealed in the light. Learning to rely totally on God for all my provisions has been a slow process but one that has truly changed me....for the better.

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  7. Wow! I want to read every word.

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  8. @ Jessica: high praise since you were there for most of it!

    @ Mamosa: We should do lunch! Wanna meet half way?

    @ Susan: I'm working on it but not where I want to be...you inspire me!

    @ Nekey: I don't want to write it, so I am so honored that you want to read it! Tough stuff!

    @ Vicki: as a tehcnofraidycat, I feel your pain!

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