Asking for Help

When we lived in the jungle, I had no problem asking for prayer support from people.  We were clearly in over our heads, and any help was appreciated.  I’ve been feeling the same way all year as our family faced unemployment.  I didn’t realize how much stress I was carrying until I spent the month practicing yoga.  Time on the mat pushing up against my limits opened me up. I often ended the session in tears because in shavasana, my defences finally lowered.

Andy’s school was closing, and he was going to need to find a new gig.  Schools tend to hire in May and August–at the end of the old year and the beginning of the new school year.  May came and went.  He had lots of hopeful contacts, but no offers.  All summer he worked at building up his private tutoring, and that too seemed promising.  Maybe we would both work as part time freelancers?  Could be rather precarious, but some of my favorite people make it work.

And then the perfect job listing came up, a job that would use all his experience and help him gain new skills, a job that would be a great fit.  I barely let myself hope.  He applied on Friday; the next Monday we started Vaction Bible School.  Our memory verse for the first day of VBS was Psalm 138.8.

The Lord will perfect that which concerneth me: thy mercy, O Lord, endureth for ever: forsake not the works of thine own hands.

That verse came like a gift ready for me to open.  And so I prayed it all week.  And all week long, our friends prayed.  And yesterday we got word that Andy will be working at De La Salle North–a Catholic school!  Jesuit even!  A school based on service and mission.  And our friends rejoiced with us.

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