Wrote this of a dark night about 10 months ago, when we didn’t know if Shane would have work. I wrote it and was embarrassed that I would presume to think that the Holy Spirit would have spoken to me about those circumstances, but time has proven it to be so…
In the darkness of night, with a long drive stretched before us, and no dreams left to ponder, we drove.
Usually, Shane and I covet time alone to discuss life and plans: everything from the garden to home improvement projects to finances to the kid’s schooling to hopes for the future. A trip to the airport would have been a golden opportunity to rattle off and shoot down various ideas. Today, silent uncertainty filled the hours before dawn. Would Shane return to work? Would we have to do something different with the kids’ school? Would there even be money to get the extra fencing we need for the garden?
Sometime around four am worry exploded into a full blown panic attack as we missed the exit to the airport, got lost somewhere near DC and I was SURE we were going the wrong way down a one way street (we weren’t).
(We found Charlie a couple minutes after he made it to the pick up area with his bag, and made it home safely)
I spent time this morning once again crying out in distress and worry over our current circumstances. Once again, the Psalms brought me great comfort. In the past weeks, as I read, I heard the Lord’s admonition to “Wait”. Today, particularly as I was listening to Psalms 27 and 85, I was filled with peace and certainty the He has already accomplished what was needful “that His glory may dwell in the land”.
Later in the morning, Shane picked up the mail and found that his request to be returned to Mount Solon was being reviewed by a Post Office committee in Richmond. I was momentarily disheartened to see more medical paperwork to fill out. We’d already visited several doctors, and gotten a medical letter sent in with Shane’s original request.
We called the neurologist who had written Shane the original letter, wondering if he also might be willing to fill out a stack of forms. We prayed. Doctors have better things to do than fill out redundant stacks of forms (We have been told no to such requests by other offices in the past, and referred to Occupational Health for a very costly 6 hour assessment). The neurologist’s office returned our call and encouraged us to drop the paperwork by, another appointment was not necessary.
Sometime after this Shane did, in fact, return to work. In the meantime, God did provide for all of our needs.
For the vision is yet for an appointed time;
But at the end it will speak, and it will not lie.
Though it tarries, wait for it;
Because it will surely come,
It will not tarry.