There have been many times in my life when I've wanted God to send me a postcard. I say it all the time, half in jest: Wouldn't it be nice if He'd just send a postcard? I'd be happy to do whatever He asked, if He'd just put it down in black and white.
Then darned if it doesn't happen. He does it; He sends the postcard.
And you wonder if you should never have asked.
On the fifth day of the novena (incidentally, right after we changed the wording of our petition in a way we think she was willing to work with), St. Philomena woke me up in the morning with her signature knock, then sent us a nice neighbor who graded our driveway gratis, and a roofer who offered (and has worked out how) to roof our house and barn through our insurance company for free, as well. Great starts, we thought, to getting our house sold so we can make our move. But that same day Dan also got the first hint that his job was in jeopardy. We kept praying our novena every day after our rosary, though, and on the the ninth and last day we found out that Dan was probably going to lose his job.
Ungh! Punch-to-the-belly kind of postcard, that one.
We're still reeling. You see, we thought we were some of the lucky ones. We had it in our heads that Dan's was a recession-proof kind of job and that we could just bump along through the hard economic times, secure in a salary if nothing else. So this was really unexpected. And heart wrenching because there are disappointing circumstances surrounding the situation with Dan's job loss that are a cross and burden to our souls. But we're ok with it all, because we have the absolute certainty that, perplexing and difficult as it is -- it's all part of some plan of St. Philomena's and God's. We're not sure how this is getting us over to the Western Slope... but, to tell you the truth, we're not sure that's so important anymore.
Maybe that was the message? We don't know. We're still going to hold that move out there as a goal, but you know, it doesn't really matter. Being doubled over from a sucker punch gives you a chance to see your life from a whole new perspective. A pretty humble one. And we've found as we've straightened ourselves back up again that we may have had it coming. We've been pretty complacent. Pretty lazy. Pretty status quo. We needed and deserved the correction.
And with that self-knowlege, we're moving forward with concrete resolutions to be harder working and better attuned to our priorities. Deep breath. Moving forward. Postcard received.
And, though I've learned a few good lessons so far in all of it, the best thing I've figured out is this (and I'm speaking to myself here): God's the cruise director. He plans the itinerary. You're the one who's supposed to be sending the post cards, ya dummy.