The phone rang. My husband said, "I'm sorry. I can't do this anymore. I wish I had a new job to go to. I don't, but I've just quit my job. If God catches us, he's God. If he doesn't, he's still God." He was 36YO and had been growing sicker for 2 yrs. It was May of 2001. We had $80K of equity in a home worth $250K. We had college and retirement funds even tho' Jeff was not 40YO. Our oldest son was only 10YO. We had emergency savings for 3 months set aside. Besides our mortgage and food/utilities, our only other expense was one car payment of less than $200.00/mo. He had a job in an engineering field that was in high demand. We'd prepared in advance for difficult days. We'd be OK. Surely, God would catch us before we hit rock bottom. Of course, none of us knew 9/11 was on the horizon.
He had surgery and spent the summer recovering. The doctors approved his return to work in mid-August. The phone began to ring off the hook. We began to breathe a sigh of relief. Life would return to normal soon. We faced a move for sure. But, that was normal for us. I had re-written the words to Willie Nelson's "On the Road Again" to fit our transient lifestyle. We had moving down to a fine, almost military science.
|our 3rd grader 8 yrs later in China - 2009|
|courtesy Mad Penguin Creative|
I had no idea that our odyssey had only just begun and that before it ended, I would have lost my way and any semblance of faith I had ever held. In fact, even as I navigate the process of creating this fraidy cat community, I am also in the process of writing my way back to God.
I hope you will come back tomorrow and bring a friend for Invisibility and Homelessness in a Fraidy Cat World.