Saturday, November 12, 2011

Scratch That.

Have you ever noticed that if you allow God to be God, there's no telling what can happen? After months of struggling with God for control over my life, He finally brought me to a place in which I had no choice but to cry "Uncle!" And wouldn't you know it, as soon as I bowed out, He stepped in.  

Since moving to Washington, Alan has been hit with closed door after closed door. While there seemed to be a lot of jobs in the social work/mental health field, as soon as he turned in an application the organization would inform him that they were no longer able to hire due to a lack of budget. After a couple months of this, it tends to get frustrating [We do, however, consider it a blessing that his joblessness was not due to his insufficiencies, but rather a lack of hiring organizations]. As a result, he started applying for any and all jobs that we could find...and has been hired!  He is now a proud member of the Best Buy family!  We both are thrilled to have an income [not to mention a pretty substantial discount], and are praising God for His blessings - which always seem to come in the most unexpected ways.  He is still in search of a job in his field, but it is a total relief to have something in the meantime.

And because that means we now have two incomes [I will continue helping my Brother each day], we are in process of signing a lease on an adorable bungalow in an amazing neighborhood. We are planning on moving in sometime in the next two weeks! The incredible part of all of this, was that I had my eye on this house since before we actually moved up here [The house had been on the market for six months].  However, Alan and I had come to the conclusion that we should not be buying, but renting.  On a whim I decided to drive by the house anyway, "Just to show Mom," and, lo and behold, discovered that a new "For Rent" sign had replaced that of it's "For Sale" counterpart. One excited phone call later and we are moving in.

I can't help but think that God had some sort of crazy plan all along. Too bad I can never seem to just let Him work.

On a different note, yesterday Alan and I were able to hear our baby's heartbeat for the first time.  I wish I can say that I cried [I'm pregnant, right?! If I have to fight back tears during Moneyball, you'd think I could cry during a special moment like this], but I didn't. Tears or no tears, it was still pretty phenomenal.  I guess the little bear is really in there after all!