Anyway, the truth is, I pulled my back out yesterday. While putting on my shoes. My new-last-pair-in-my-size-got-them-on-sale-berry colored boots, no less. So, I spent the better part of today walking around like The Grinch. This is how The Grinch walks, in case you forget. Cause you probably haven't seen him since last year (Haha).
So, needless to say, I'm Rather Grumpy and feeling quite brazen in regards to the news I do and do not share today.
Lucky us, right?
I just finished Crowded Skies by Tara Leigh Cobble. It's amazing.
You should know that I don't take my book reviews lightly. In this, her second memoir, TLC shares the details of her move to New York City. And it's odd. It's odd because a lot of her journey in regards to New York reminded me of my pursuit to stay home with our future kiddos. She often prays for God to Do Something.
That's right. Something.
Two nights ago, I dreamed that I was offered a part-time position as our school's librarian (which would rock, by the way). However, I'm pretty sure that position is never going to exist in real life.
But I thought of this book and started praying that God would Do Something. I started praying that God would do Something that would help us get our own version of New York City.
And today, Tim lost his job.
Whoa. I should have told you to sit down for that one. Ha. See, that is so fun because I totally knew that's what this post was about and you had no clue! You should see the look on your face right now. You're shocked right?
Yea, us too.
The truth is, we think it is a temporary/seasonal lay-off.
And I think I wanted a rainstorm and
And today, I got in the car and cried. Not because I'm afraid. Not because I'm upset. I just cried from the sheer weight of it all.
When we were little, my sister and I would wrestle. That's right. We would wrestle...in our little spandex gymnastic tights. Even though there is not a Mean Bone in Sweet Heather Marie's body, I would still start to cry when she would lay on me. I knew. I understood that I was going to have to surrender. I would have to give up.
Last summer, I wrote about feeling small. I wrote about spending the day in the airport and realizing that the time had come for Tim and I to surrender to something that was greater than ourselves.
How much do you love the word surrender?
And, once again- here we are.
Today, I read a story to my kids about a penguin who gets separated from his friends when his island of ice breaks in half. Later, he writes in the snow...
I Give Up.
(Don't worry, it ends well).
And I think there is just something so inspiring about that little guy. Giving up.
Sometimes, I try to be inspiring. I try to say things to you like, "So if you are reading this and you feel....or if you are reading this and you have a case of The Glumps, then...."
But today, I've got nothing.
The truth is, I don't know what God is doing...but I give up.
I give up, but I'm still in...if that makes any sense. I'm still in for whatever He has in store for us.
This was not the Something I expected.
Then again, it rarely is, right?
And now, I shall go call my mom.