Tuesday, June 17, 2008

The Bases are Covered

baseball bases

When our son moved back in my husband gave him two weeks to get a job or he would have to leave home, again. Since it usually takes our son months and months to get a job, I worried. But I felt I should support my husband. Deep down I knew he was right. (C. needs strong motivation to get a job.) My husband said he needed my support on this.

A few days before "kick-out day", I felt uncomfortable with our decision. Our son (C.) had no transportation except the bus and an old bike. I knew he would never make it.

I pictured him on the street...sleeping by the curb...lost...alone...and angry as hell. (sorry--but the word fits)

So I prayed about it and went and told my husband I felt uncomfortable about our decision. This caused a lot of stress between us. But my word! How can you expect a mother to kick out her own flesh and blood. I pictured him walking the street, with no car...no friends—just the shoes on his feet. How would that help him...especially if the plan entailed him not coming back unless he had a job. Who would hire a unshowered, unshaved, homeless person for a job?

In the end, I told my husband I would support him. I knew I should. But I cringed inside. "Okay God." I'll do this. "You sure expect a lot out of me!"

So as I began to get my mind wrapped around the idea of ousting my son to the street....as I worked on my faith....as my heart pounded while I did my chores....as I endured a few more terse words between husband and wife....

C. bounded in the kitchen door. "Mom! You've got to pray for me!"
I was speechless, as I haven't heard any spiritual words from my son in years.
"I might have a job! I just have to update my resume," he said sitting down at the computer. "How do you spell ______? Is the printer working? I have to hurry...I told him I'd be right back!"

"Do you want me to drive you back?"

"No. It's only a few blocks away. I can even WALK there."

After a few minutes he ran out the door. Later he came back and had the biggest smile on his face. I haven't seen him this happy in a long time.

"I got a job...and I start the day after tomorrow."
He walked up to his brother. "Give me a high five. I got a job!"

It's a place that repairs wheels. Apparently he was riding his bike home and decided on the spur of the moment to swing in and ask if they needed any welding done. The man said that he could use a little welding, but could C. do other things? One thing lead to the next...and he got the job.

As I look back, I see things clearly. I didn't need to worry--and go to my husband and try to change our plan. I didn't have to put my husband and I through so much stress. I didn't need to step out and try to manipulate events to protect my son. God had the bases covered.

And I suppose, that if C. was kicked out to the street---GOD WOULD HAVE THE BASES COVERED.

Often times, so many of us begin to fear...and try to manipulate events...but God has already been walking through our future events...and sorting them out ahead of us.

So, dear friends...rest...trust...breathe...trust some more....struggle....trust some more...and keep remembering. God has your bases covered!

Please pray for C. as he has trouble keeping jobs longer than 2 months. He also is in debt and needs to earn money to get out of debt. But I must remember... God knows about all of this. He has the bases covered!

5 comments:

Diane said...

So what you're saying....SANITY works?????!!!!!

Way to go girlfriend!!!!

Praying with you.

Diane

Susan Kelly Skitt said...

Amen! So glad to see how the Lord is working. Will continue to pray and so glad to hear that your son asked for prayer... a step in the right direction for sure. And thanks too for the encouragement that God truly does have the bases covered!

Dawn said...

Awesome. Awesome. I am so glad you had the guts. We'll pray that it lasts!!

Jan Parrish said...

Sometimes boys need their dad's to be tough. I'm proud of you for taking a deep breath and letting your hubby deal with it.

We charged our kids rent. The deal was that if they weren't in school full time they had to pay rent. It was a nominal fee but it let them know this was not a free ride and they appreciated it more.

Becky Wolfe said...

This is wonderful news - sorry you had to have some struggle with your hubby about it but I can understand why you would have. God still provided & it was a good reminder for us all not to give up on God :) Your son is in my prayers to keep this job!!