"The problem with being unemployed is you don't get to dream. You just get nightmares."
My husband's words spurred me on when we arrived home from our trip to Seattle. We needed to take charge of our lives and stop waiting for it to improve on its own.
I read in a magazine that to move forward, one needs to combine talents with passion.
I think after two years we finally have. Yesterday my husband met with an admissions director at a local college. Thirty years ago, he did the same thing. Back then we lived on a check from the VA for $405 a month, paid $175 rent for a duplex and lived without health insurance while he studied for a new career. It paid off.
I hope it does this time too. At fifty-five, it's a little more risky.
But this time we've prayed about the situation. Back then, we didn't even know each other was a Christian. This time we've got a nicer home to live in. But I still need to find work like I did back then to help us survive. This time, we have fewer options. But we have each other still.
A while ago, Sassy Granny sent me the book, Hinds' Feet on High Places. I've been trying to climb the mountain for a long time. I think this week, with God's help, we hit a nice mountaintop.
What's your recent mountaintop experience?
PS. Thank you to those who have been praying with us.