It is a big day here in our family life. This is the first official day of Daddy working from home. Full time. 100%. No distractions (beyond the ones we create for him).
My dear, sweet husband has wanted his own business for most of the 15 years of our marriage. I, on the other hand, have been content to kiss him good-bye in the morning and hug and kiss him hello in the evening. I grew up that way and it worked.
Besides, it is safe. I hate to admit it, but I like safe.
These past few years have been hard on my husband; he has a unique job situation with multiple demands that sometimes conflict with one another. He had outgrown his job a few years ago, but…..well…he stayed because nothing similar was quite right.
So now we are walking on water. Dave has been listening to God, praying, and making plans to launch Life, Version 2.0. He has “side work” and his baby business – Sub5racing.com – and a business partner.
God has always provided for us in times of job loss, layoffs, and stress. Dave reminds me we’ve never gone hungry…we’ve never lost our home…we’ve never been without.
I’ve spent months this year being supportive (to a point), dreaming along side him, asking “devil’s advocate” questions, and --- finally in November – releasing my fears to God’s capable hands. How do I know I’ve successfully submitted to Him? I sleep at night. Well, OK, I don’t always sleep at night, but when I do have insomnia, it isn’t because I’m worried about Dave’s job.
Of course, the big test will be in late January, when we need to skim a bit more from our savings to pay bills. Will I sleep through the night then or worry through the night? I’m prayerful that I’ll sleep – and if I don’t, I know how to “fix” my problem:
I will reach out for the Helper that has never left me.