Thursday, October 8, 2009

The phone call...

Last night I cried. Not bad tears, tears of joy and confirmation. And to understand, I'll back up a little.
It's been a rough 5 months. Eric has been out of town, and it's hard raising OUR 3 children with little help. The busy sport schedules, staying in Asotin for 2 hours a night, 3 nights a week to save on gas, trying to get the girls to their dance, and trying to maintain the house, laundry and dishes. No easy feat. Stress has been high again due to talks of layoff. There are 6 plant with Eric's company and 2 of them got shut down this week due to no bids or jobs for them to go to, Eric's plant not being one of them. But no one was talking of where the next site would be, not knowing if there was one at all. How cruel this economy can be.
This past Sunday at church, I lost it during communion. I realized that like a lost sheep I had strayed from God, and thought that I could do all of this on my own. I apologized for my straying, and thanked Him for never letting me go, and that whatever His will is, He has promised to take care of my family. We have lived through two lay offs and survived by His good graces and if a third is to come, we would survive again.
Early last night, I was dog tired and ended up crashing in Eric's chair with Caitrin in my lap. I was waken around 12:30am by my phone ringing. Eric used to call me when he got off work, between midnight and 1am, but it was a 50-50 chance that I would answer, so he just gave up a few weeks ago. Realizing that it was Eric calling me, I better answer it since he hasn't called me that late in a while. He apologized for waking me, but he had some good news. (I wasn't sure if he was being facetious or not, I wasn't quite awake) My instant thought was that he had been laid off. He asked me to guess what pit they were going to next, in my sleepy stupor I told him I didn't know. I could tell he was smiling when he said "Pullman". That means that he's coming home! The Pullman Pit is close enough that he doesn't have to live in his trailer, and he'll be home every morning (since he works the night shift). But I don't care, I will get to see him every day. Not two days out of every seven, or two days out of 14. I asked him how soon and he said that they should be moving by the end of this month. Being with this company for the last 7 months, I know that Pullman can get yanked right out from underneath them, but I'm riding on the faith that the good Lord knows that I'm in need of my husband and He's bring him home to me.
After the phone conversation, I put Caitrin to bed and I meandered to mine. I just laid there and cried. I'm sure it was out of joy, relief, and knowing that God had answered my prayers. When I woke up this morning, there was a new vibe in the air and a little skip in my step. God is good.
***I do need to throw in credit where it's due. My sister has also been my saving grace in all these hard times. She has taken the kids to their events if I had a scheduling conflict, and she has fixed many meals for the kids and I. She has been my sound wall, when I couldn't talk to Eric and my shoulder when I felt times were getting a little to hard. I would be truly lost without her***

1 comment:

Alaina said...

Very nice post *tear*
I wish for many more close jobs for your family.