We’ve been in survival mode, with Logan’s never-ending ear infection. He’s on day 8 of Augmentin and still just as miserable as he can be. Even I have gotten sick, just a cold, but my lack of rest isn’t helping my recovery. Thank goodness for Jenny. My old college dorm neighbor is a nurse-practitioner at Seattle Children’s, in the ENT department. She was able to get me in quickly for an appointment (with her!) and then in the earliest available surgery slot, June 1. Without her help it may have been July before we got on the surgery schedule, and I’m already dying that we have to wait another 8 days. Life is on hold until we can get this kid healthy.
I’ve been thinking a lot about God’s plan lately, our trials and our blessings. Twelve years ago, Jenny lived in across the hall from me, moved to Seattle in 2010, then had trouble finding a job for almost a year before she got the position at Children’s. Her long-term job search was a trial. My three months with a sick baby has been a trial. And yet, there she was, in the right place and time to offer a lifeline when I needed it. Did God care about her job search? Does God care that my baby is in pain and I am exhausted? Yes, I think He does, and I think although we all have free will, He is carefully guiding us where we need to go.
Similarly, back in January, I started praying very specifically that Christopher would sell a satellite. Every day in January I prayed that he would make a sale by the end of January. He was fired on the 27th, not destined to be an asteroid miner. For Arkyd/Planetary Resources, anyway. But I found that my faith wasn’t shaken, in the least. I found the whole thing kind of a joke with God. What did He have up His sleeve?
While Christopher searched for a new job, he spent every day working with his uncle, who owns several businesses, including The Root Beer Store. His uncle, it turned out, was in desperate need of a business consultant. One that would work for free root beer. So Christopher got to spend 10 weeks doing something he enjoyed, and it kept him from puttering around the house, where he would have just cramped my style, anyway. His uncle got the help he needed. And within two months Christopher got an offer from Expedia. With a signing bonus that covered his 10 weeks of unemployment.
God cares about all of us. He cares about a nurse looking for work, a baby with an ear infection (and his mom), a rocket scientist turned businessman, and a guy who owns a root beer store. And He answers prayers. Just not always in the way you expect him to.
And does Christopher like Expedia? I think he does. It’s no asteroid mining, but I think the work is interesting, the people are nice, and the hours and pay are good. He told my dad when he picked him up from the airport last month, “I really just took the Expedia job for Lauren.” And my dad said, “Yeah, I took a job for Lauren in 1984 and I’ve been there ever since.”
Here are a few pictures of us in survival mode. Ben snapped a few. The last one is dinner last night. Taco salad, one of my “don’t feel like making dinner” meals.