From one February to the next
I had to get up in testimony meeting last week. It was February.
Last February, a year ago, we had run out of financial resources. We knew that point was approaching, and we kept hoping that Hubby would get work somewhere. We knew we had to sell the house sooner than the summer target we were looking at, and that we might easily lose the house instead. We had no idea what we were going to do. The common assumption was that we would stay and dodge the phone calls and stretch out the process until we were foreclosed, but we wished to honor our obligation and find a better answer. We didn't know if we would have any real alternative, though.
By the last day of the month, this February right now, the sale of our house should close. At each step along the way between last year and now events and needs lined up in ways that could not be mistaken as chance. At each step we had no idea what would be next or how quickly, but we found a place to live, stayed in our ward, we had hero-level help in the relocation process, and the Lord brought a family who were excited about our house and could set up the lease/option at the price we needed and on the terms that would save us. Point by point, we had answers. When we ran out of funds again last fall (waiting for them to get their financing and exercise the option), Hubby had a phone call from an LDS family law attorney who had hired him in September 2008 only to have to close that office two months later because the economy had crashed. Perfect timing again.
Are you still available for part time contract hours? Absolutely. Hubby suggested that Mr. L. give him tasks rather than specific cases from start to finish, and he could handle the things that might overload his practice. I figure if Bro. L. lives right, and we live right, Bro. L. will have enough work to need Hubby and all will be well for both him and us. It turns out that this attorney has never done a couple of trickier areas in family law, and Hubby can happily take care of them--which means the boss doesn't have to decline those cases. He's happy, we're happy.
Every week there has been something from some direction or another. Trust is sinking in deeper. I said in my testimony that we always had trust, but there was often anxiety around the edges. That anxiety is diminished and diminishing, melting off. I am very grateful.
Held in the hollow of His hand, we will be safe.
Last February, a year ago, we had run out of financial resources. We knew that point was approaching, and we kept hoping that Hubby would get work somewhere. We knew we had to sell the house sooner than the summer target we were looking at, and that we might easily lose the house instead. We had no idea what we were going to do. The common assumption was that we would stay and dodge the phone calls and stretch out the process until we were foreclosed, but we wished to honor our obligation and find a better answer. We didn't know if we would have any real alternative, though.
By the last day of the month, this February right now, the sale of our house should close. At each step along the way between last year and now events and needs lined up in ways that could not be mistaken as chance. At each step we had no idea what would be next or how quickly, but we found a place to live, stayed in our ward, we had hero-level help in the relocation process, and the Lord brought a family who were excited about our house and could set up the lease/option at the price we needed and on the terms that would save us. Point by point, we had answers. When we ran out of funds again last fall (waiting for them to get their financing and exercise the option), Hubby had a phone call from an LDS family law attorney who had hired him in September 2008 only to have to close that office two months later because the economy had crashed. Perfect timing again.
Are you still available for part time contract hours? Absolutely. Hubby suggested that Mr. L. give him tasks rather than specific cases from start to finish, and he could handle the things that might overload his practice. I figure if Bro. L. lives right, and we live right, Bro. L. will have enough work to need Hubby and all will be well for both him and us. It turns out that this attorney has never done a couple of trickier areas in family law, and Hubby can happily take care of them--which means the boss doesn't have to decline those cases. He's happy, we're happy.
Every week there has been something from some direction or another. Trust is sinking in deeper. I said in my testimony that we always had trust, but there was often anxiety around the edges. That anxiety is diminished and diminishing, melting off. I am very grateful.
Held in the hollow of His hand, we will be safe.
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