I'm not sorry to see you go.
When you arrived I had high hopes. Amazing, well-thought out resolutions. I was a little over half way through my second pregnancy. We had an amazing January weekend at the beach, taking advantage of the Farmer's Market, finally really enjoying where we lived. Where we talked about the upcoming bonus that my husband was to be getting within a week, how we were going to get back in control of our finances, the hopes of being able to buy a house in a year or so with all of these grand plans.
And then the unthinkable happened. T. lost his job. Two days before his bonus (which didn't happen.) We tried to find a job for him everywhere. Anywhere. He sent out hundreds of resumes. We had to move, by ourselves. We didn't know where we'd be unpacking. We had to decide on a place where to birth this baby, if we didn't have a job by then that made the decision for us.
We didn't. T. got a job offer the day Luke was born.
The most beautiful part of the year. Luke. Was. Born. He is an utter joy in our lives. He has the most remarkably beautiful disposition of any baby I've ever met. I can not resist giving him kisses. All the time.
Just like his brother.
And we had a great job offer, surprisingly, in a place we never thought we'd live. Omaha. Where T. grew up. A GREAT job offer, one that he would have never known about nor would have been considered for had we not been here, living in his parent's basement, unemployed, awaiting the birth of our son. Happy to have a roof over our heads and family upstairs.
God works in mysterious ways, doesn't he?
And during this time of upheaval, even without a kitchen to my name, I relied on my blog more and more. It was one of the few things I could control, and it was one of the few ways I could both be "creative" as well as communicate with my "friends." All those bloggy friends and readers who were following our journey and praying for us, who I could relate to simply through a new recipe,
who I could feel normal with.
For that, I thank you loyal readers! Writing, for me, has always been just purely natural. I can't even say it's cathartic, it's just what I do. Always. And I realized how important it was for me in so many ways.
And God works in even more mysterious ways. When we lived in San Francisco, and in Santa Monica, I had some specific prayer intentions. I prayed for God to bring me friends who I could rely on. Who had similar morals and values. And I also prayed that I could, if it was his will, have the opportunity to write. For a living, if possible. And if not paid, at least meaningful. And grow from and with my writing.
Only when we went through this upheaval. Only when we moved to Nebraska. Only this year, 2009. Only Then did I realize, out of the blue one day, that God had answered my prayers. Not only did I meet several amazing women through blogging that bring me grace, daily, whom I call dear friends (some/most whom I've never met!) but I also met two amazing women in Omaha that are the exact friends I'd been praying for. Strong Christians. Strong mothers. And fantastic personalities and interests! I just now pray that I get the opportunity to get to know them even better in the New Year and the New Decade.
Oh, and that opportunity to write? Not only has my readership on my blog increased, and I've learned more about blogging and feel like my blog focus has become more clear, but I've had the opportunity to become a Momaha.com writer. And I've been meeting even more amazing women through that endeavor.
Like I said, God works in mysterious ways.
So yes, for much of 2009 we struggled. Health problems. Employment, financial. But beautiful things came out of it too. Luke. Friendships. Family. And focus.
I can't wait to see what the next year, and next decade brings.
Happy New Year and Blessings to you in the New Year
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