When I turned on my Spotify station this morning when I got to work, the first song that came on was “Praise you in this Storm” by Casting Crowns. This song is special to me, as it was played at the funeral of my sweet friend Anissa. It also just hits me in my heart. It is a reminder to praise God in every storm that you face in life, no matter what, no matter what curve ball life throws at you.
Curve balls by definition are a pitch that at pitcher throws with spin to make it swerve downward and usually to the left when thrown from the right hand or to the right when thrown from the left hand. Life tends to throw curve balls at you when you least expect it to happen, which is why baseball has always been a great metaphor for life.
Last Friday, Jake and I were thrown one giant curve ball in life. While I wish I could be jumping up and down saying we are pregnant, we aren’t. That is my kind of curve ball. Unfortunately this one affects a few more things. Jake lost his job.
It was something we knew was a possibility, we just didn’t expect it to happen when it did. However, now – 3 days later the initial shock has worn off and we are working towards solutions. It is a scary, and overwhelming feeling when you realize that you are now the sole provider for a family of 5 people. Jake carried our health insurance through his work, so we are now having to switch all that over to my state insurance plan. We are in the middle of dealing with the major expense of our A/C units (both of them) dying. We have a home warranty, but it only covers a portion of the cost. This couldn’t have come at a worse time. I have always firmly believed that God laughs we we make plans, because it’s his timing, not ours. And oh boy do Jake and I have all sorts of plans. We want to redo the flower beds at the front of the house, we want to paint our kitchen cabinets and get new counter-tops. We have dreams and goals, and things we want for the kids – but those things can wait. God laughs – and we keep making plans.
I went into full blown survival mode on Saturday morning, similar to how I felt when my ex-husband first left. I counted out every penny we had between my paycheck, child support and the small check I got for selling oils last month. This is doable, I got this. Work at Historic Columbia is slow, but even 1 wedding brings in about $80 for me, which is groceries. Being able to say “I got this” is such a blessing, and I am so thankful for where I am in life right now that I can look at my husband and say we can do this, it is going to be okay (even if I am secretly sometimes freaking out). I know deep down “we got this”.
It is going to affect a few things – but they are minor. We are cutting the cable television off, which is a savings of over $100 a month. I won’t be getting a new car, we’ll keep patching and putting along with the van. We may not make it to Michigan in July as planned. We will be totally bummed, but a vacation is not as important as the roof over our heads and feeding my kids. I’m not typing this all out for sympathy, or to get anything from it. I would love prayers and good vibes if you can spare them, but other than that – we are okay.
Life throws you curves, and you learn to swerve – or at best, swing and hit it out of the park.