My husband and I have had quite a year. We have known our share of joys and triumphs over the past few years. Last summer was the beginning of one trial after another. Our son Michael got married over the summer (which was a joy not a trial) and while we were there preparing for his wedding a terrible hail storm went through our town. We had to leave immediately and board up the broken windows and clean up the mess our house had become.
A few weeks later grandpa was put in the hospital and finally went home to heaven in July. We spent the rest of the time helping grandma put her life in order. A couple of months later, my husband lost his job. He moved to Western Kansas only to find out that he wanted more time with his family so he moved back. He began a job at the COOP, which decreased our monthly income and put us on a very tight budget. A few months later we received a letter in the mail, that due to the expenses the insurance had to pay in the hailstorm, they were cancelling our house insurance.
This is just bits and pieces of our past year. All the while, my husband went into a severe depression, which by the way is getting much better due to a wonderful doctor and a prescription drug he takes everyday. We then found out that we owe $10,000 in last years taxes. As if that wasn't enough our car has decided that it doesn't like us anymore. WOW! Sounds even worse when I write it down. All in all this has been our year. I had had enough. I finally melted a few days ago and let God know exactly what I thought. Immediately after my husband says, aren't you going to do a devotion? I looked at him and in dismay shut the light off and said, "are you kidding me, didn't you just hear what I said?" I laid in bed a few more minutes and then that painful tug hit me, I turned the light back on, got out the devotion book, read how much my God loves me and how much he cares.
The next day I read an email from a special friend of mine. Her cousin's husband, who was 48 years old, had passed away unexpectedly. He left behind his wife and 4 children; 20yrs, 17, 12, and 10. Through prayer and blessing people gathered and not only paid for his funeral expenses but also completely paid off her house. Once again, WOW- What a God we Serve!
God allowed me the opportunity to tell him how I really felt. He just listened, loved and let me vent. He has given us strength to weather the storms of life, but he never lets go of our hand. I'm so thankful that when he's frustrated with my choices and actions that he never gives up on me!
