It has been a repeat of the last four years. We get a contract in March. My husband works hard until October then things dry up and we look for work until the following March. Our pocket book is exhausted… we are exhausted and nothing short of depressed. I called my husband on the phone one morning in February, still no word on work. I’ve never heard him sound so depressed. We talked about it later… after our daughter confided in me that she didn’t see the same relationship with God in us that we used to have… wow, that was honest! We needed a change… it’s the north, it’s cold… we need to get out in God’s creation and hear from Him… so… we decided to go south… fly to where we had our car stored waiting for our next job possibility… then drive south to any place warm enough to walk around and not freeze your buns off! That’s it… our whole plan… go south, get warm and seek the Lord. People have asked what our plans are… plans? plans? I plan to sleep in our car, eat out of an ice chest, rest, hike, pray and hope God comes to speak to me. Do we always have to have a plan? We have nothing we need to do right now, who needs a plan?
(I can’t tell you how many people have asked for our “plan” I’m beginning to feel self conscious about it. Maybe our lives are too planned?)
No comments:
Post a Comment