Mission Control

photo credit: (Deb Koehler, sister who picked up Elder L from airport and delivered him to MTC)

Yes, "Congratulations" are in order. Husband is full-time employed, after 19 months of stress & worry. His three part-time jobs. My babysitting/cleaning/subbing plus. Twenty pounds of my gaining and thirty of his losing. All those couple photos! All those cheap dates! All the help from friends & family, thank you!

Elder Landbeck leaves the MTC next week. I know we've been blessed through his service. I am just enough of a mystic to believe in direct corollaries. I believe in answers to prayers. The timing part was hard, but it wasn't up to me. I am not in charge of the grand plan, this test called life.

The Wednesday John got the call about employment I had left the house just after 5:00 am, drove out to the light house on the Chesapeake Bay, watched a great heron fly over my head, and prayed for help. I told God I couldn't do anymore alone, that I needed Him to keep going. I was able to get back home only 5 minutes late for seminary class, where John had sung with the students and prayed and he was winging it for me. The day went by in a blur of tears and emotional struggle. So I was pretty worn out by the afternoon when he called to tell me the good news.

Strong contrast with how miserable and down I was Wednesday and how elated and giddy John felt. I tried to rally for celebrating and was just worn out.

So, today I tell you, almost a week late, "I AM REALLY HAPPY ABOUT THIS!" It is good news. Friends from Church came bouncing up to me to give hugs and "CONGRATULATIONS!" and I had to think about what they were so happy for me about---yes, The Job! It is good news.