|Well, sort of anyway...|
|Dan and me,|
so long ago, the photo is pixilated.
In a nutshell, though, this wise woman points out how easy it is as women to get so wrapped up in our own needs and wants, frustrations and wishes that we forget to consider our husband's challenges and feelings.
Just between you and me: I know I've been guilty of this. I haven't realized how much so until recently but reading the list really struck home ...
And just between you and me: We've tried to shield the kids from the bulk of the stress, but none of this crazy ride has been easy for any of us. Through all our employment woes these last few years, I think I had an idea of how hard it was on Dan to lose his job then suffer the failure of his start-up, but, if I'm going to be perfectly honest I have to admit I've been more consumed with worry over how each of the dips and turns affected me -- and the lifestyle I wanted for us -- than how the responsibility of everything weighed on Dan, specifically.
But we thought everything would get easier when Dan got a regular job again, "working for the man." So, he diligently searched. He looked here in the valley where we live; he looked in the Denver area; he looked everywhere there was a church to attend. And out of the bazillion lines he cast into the job market, he eventually got a couple of 'bites,' but go figure, the job he ended up landing was in the last place on earth I have ever wanted to live. I've said it many times over the years how I would never live in this place, and, it seems I jinxed myself by so doing... or, more likely, gave God the perfect place to challenge me to win grace.
But, really, just between you and me: What better antidote for a "scenic-view-addiction" could He possibly have found for me? And what better therapy for my self-centered inclinations in the long run....
Yeah. Just between you and me: 'Not-so-fabulous Las Vegas.' Sin City. The ugliest place on earth. The place where I've always joked that God would likely put me to spend my Purgatory: Nevada... in the desert... in a single-wide trailer... with no air conditioning... sports radio droning incessantly in the background. But I digress...
We decided not to move the whole family there in the hopes that something better would come up on the job front, but it's been a year now with no new leads and Dan's been making the nine hour commute from Vegas, home, and back every weekend. Thank the good Lord he has a four day work week at least, so we see him a good two and half days instead of only one and a half!
though he finds it pretty unchallenging). And, yeah, it pays the bills. Or, it would... if my poor husband didn't have to pay to live in a hotel four days a week (the cheapest hotel that's still safe in Vegas), and if he didn't have to fork it over for the gas to commute (which has been a killer). So, yeah, the job obviously doesn't work for us on a lot of levels. Needless to say, we've hated the separation most of all, and Dan doesn't like Vegas any more than I do... so we've continued searching all this time for a better job in a better place -- preferably here in the valley. But with no luck.
Just between you and me: All this time I've been hoping and praying, and praying and hoping, and wrapping all my plans around the family staying right here, where it's pretty, where we're comfortable, where we feel safe -- where I personally like to be... Regardless of the stress it's putting on my husband. For a long time, I didn't even consider anything else.
But, you know how sometimes God sends a postcard? Sometimes it's a passive exclamation instead of a subtle signal grace. Sometimes He just keeps saying "No" until we change our question.
So, we've decided it's time to do just that; we're going to make a stab at changing our approach. Instead of Mohammed getting to come back to the Mountain. We're moving the Mountain to Mohammed. We're pulling up stakes, striking camp here in Western Colorado, and unless something dramatic happens soon to change our forward momentum, we're moving the family to Las Vegas to be with Dan.
Just between you and me: Wow. Can't believe I just wrote that out loud.
No worries if it's a misstep. We know from experience that if this move isn't part of His plan, God will throw a monkey wrench into the works and stop us, and we'll just try putting our collective foot out in another direction.
Just between you and me: I can't say I'm not scanning the horizon for a flying monkey wrench.
(What is that: the third or fourth metaphor I've mixed into the pot? And are you getting sick of the "just between you and me" bit yet?)
of all places!), then we'll go to LasVegas -- and doggoned if we won't make something good out of it. We will learn to love the desert. Or, um... maybe just not hate it, anyway. (Likely we'll be taking lots of drives to California to hang out at the beach in order to tolerate Nevada.)
But, really, just between us: hopefully I'll finally learn not to be so hung up about what I want that I miss what God wants. And what my husband needs.
This past year while the family's been in our comfortable house enjoying one another's company in beautiful Colorado, Dan's been stuck working in an ugly city, staying most of the week in a dusty hotel with nobody he loves near him. Not fair; not right. He needs us and we need him. And the kids and I are determined to fix it. Even if it has to be in Las Vegas (of all places!) Because we love him that much. And he's worth it.
We'll make lemonade out of sand and neon lights.
And we do continue to pray that this is not our last move! Hope springs eternal! There's got to be a good job for Dan someplace out there close to Mass that's also pretty, right? (If not Colorado, I'm personally voting for Idaho... We'll see what God's thinking.)
Check this out. An oldy but a goody.
The first song sort of sums it all up...
Video made by (now 26 year old) Paul for our
twentieth wedding anniversary, six years ago.
(The children all look so little in this! Holy cow!
How things have changed -- and yet stayed the same!)