I'm going to tell you a story. It's a Christmas story.
My Christmas story.
Four months ago, Mountain Man walked away from his dream job.
To use the words of one person who works at his former company, "The way he was treated was hideous."
It was a shock.
For the next two weeks, we walked around in a kind of stupor. We would look at each other and say, "What is going on?"
Our plan for life was completely turned on it's head. And to be honest, we both felt betrayed, lied to, and just down right angry.
This tiny town isn't a place with a lot of opportunity. So right off the bat, we'd knew we'd have to move for Mountain Man's career, and because I can do whatever I do, where ever I am, I was o.k. with that.
I felt rage at the employer who was bringing such heartache to Mountain Man, and my kids who would be ripped from their routines, schools, and friends.
I was just mad, and sad, and then mad some more.
The weeks passed and we were jobless, down, out and a little depressed. Neither of us could see the path that we felt sure was before us.
We just knew there was one.
So what do you do when everything goes wrong?
Some people drink. Some people shoot other people. Some people pray.
We both did. Our friends, family and we even heard that some strangers prayed for us.
I felt their love....and this love gave me hope which swallowed up my anger, dissapointment and sorrow.
So we put our beloved, (and now fully restored) home up for sale, which broke my heart, and tried to move forward. Mountain Man put out a dozen CV's. We talked to the kids.
We prayed some more.
And then, like a good stew, after we put all of our wishes, desires, prayers, anger, frustration and everything else we were feeling into the pot, it all came to a rolling boil last week.
Last Wednesday, we sold our house.
Thursday, Mountain Man got a smokin' job offer beyond our wildest imaginings.
Saturday, we found a new house located in a great school district.
And the best part?
We have friends already living in the area who are like family.
The Lord is giving us safe landing once again.
Because oftentimes, I get all riled up and anxious on the journey. When I do, if I remember to take a deep breath, I feel my Father's gentle hand upon my shoulder and a quiet whisper that says, "It's all going to be alright."
Because, "He will give beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, and the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness." (Isaiah 61:3)
I don't have the proper words to describe my gratitude, but we are grateful and humbled beyond measure that He sees us out of the corner of his eye.
It was the best Christmas present ever.
"Be content with what you have; rejoice in the way things are. When you realize nothing is lacking, the whole world belongs to you." ~Lao Tzu
“We think that the point is to pass the test or overcome the problem, but the truth is that things don't really get solved. They come together and they fall apart. Then they come together again and fall apart again. It's just like that. The healing comes from letting there be room for all of this to happen: room for grief, for relief, for misery, for joy. ”