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Well, inquisitive reader, let me answer. I am a wife, a mom and I have chronic bad hair. I like made uppy words and Unnecessary Capitalization. If you know who the guy in the bottom right picture is, you're probably my best friend. Also, I own several Edward dolls which I write about HERE. No, I don't use drugs. By the way, if your love canned tomatoes, visit my stash HERE.

Monday, May 17, 2010

Whooey at the flies from all my open windows

If you're just tuning in and don't know what all the talk about opening windows and telling my history means, read up here and here.

So I left you hanging all weekend.  This was because I've been up to armpit hairs in boxes and trash bags.  But I'm getting ahead of myself so let me back up.

So, it's like, idk, circa 2005 and we're all hot and heavy about planting a church, right?  Which was a big fat deal, because I was so whole heartedly against it.  Actually, I was just scared of it. 

We decided to move to Tennessee and pastor a church there.  It was a big move for us and we were told by the church that hired my Hubs that they were completely excited about having a young pastor with lots of ideas on how to reach young people to grow the church.

Eight months later, my sweet Hubs was fired from the church for being too young and having too many ideas reaching too many young people who were joining the church. 

I know. 

I...know

What you feel is what we felt times eleventy billion.

About five minutes after being told the news, we sat there letting YOU'RE FIRED soak in, a group of people who were Pro-MySweetHubs approached us and asked us if we would consider staying to start a new church.

Soooo not the way we envisioned that whole thing playing out, but whatever.  Innovation is...something wisdomy and smarty or something. So we stayed.

Except...it just didn't feel right.  Kind of like that time I had a ratt tail, it just felt...weird.  Neither of us had peace about doing this church start.  It was a good thing with great people, just not the right time. 

Not to mention, hello, living with no salary and only donations sure do make your credit card bills stack up. 

So off my Hubs went to a conference, to snuggle all up in God's armpit and discuss our future and junk.  And 2 days later he came back all weepy and happy and junk.  And I was all full of the trepidatiousness and skeerdy catness and junk.  And he said, "Whaddya think about moving to Boulder, Colorado to plant a church?"  And I was all, mustnotsayhellno, mustnotsayhellno, mustnotsayhellno..."Ok". 

And there was Purpose again.

Except, we were stuck in a lease at our apartment and it would cost us approximately $98,226,355.00 to break it.  Which probably wasn't the actual figure but when you're uber poor, that's about what it feels like. 

And thus began Miracles.

First, we needed a place to just Live and Be.  A place to Work Off Debt.  A place to Heal, because getting fired from a church sucks big fat rocks and other stuff and no seminary or book can prepare you for the emotions that transpire once a Firing has occurred.  And that place ended up being *cue trumpets* the apartment we lived those few months betwixt college and seminary! 

But first *cue bass drum beats* we had to deal with The Giant Lease.  And here is where Miracle #1 fits it.  See, unbeknownst to us, the owners of our apartment buildings were also the owners of an Old Folksy Type Home next door.  And those owners had themselves a Planning Session wherein they decided they needed to demolish our apartments to make room for some kind of Entertainmenty Type Place for Oldy Type People.  And in a big fat catered dinner for all the lease holders, we were told DUDE, YOU'RE NO LONGER IN A LEASE, EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY, IN FACT, EVERYONE GETS THEIR SECURITY DEPOSIT BACK TOO, EVEN YOU MURPHY FOLKS WHO'S KIDS SCRATCHED THE WALLS WITH CRAYONS AND FREDDY KRUGER TYPE NAILS, YES YOU TOO SHALL GET MONIES BACK, PLEASE TRY THE FISH.

And should you have been at that fancy dinner, you would've spotted a large group of shocked and sad people who were none too pleased with this news and at the table next to them was a blond guy and a brunetty lady with their arms raised in V for Victory.  <---That would be me and the Hubs, for the uninformed.

Insert Miracle #2:  Now freed from the expensive lease breakage, we boxed up what little possessions we deemed necessary, donated and/or sold most of our furniture and crammed our junk into a little trailer that was donated to us.  It was just big enough for us.  And what we sold and lived off of once arriving on the farm.

Insert Miracle #3:  My Hubs had a job waiting for him immediately working with his cousin.  This was because his uncle fell and broke his ankle.  Sad for him, but a paycheck for us. 

Insert Miracle #4:  This one company with the name of a popular red fruit responded to the application my Hubs had sent in months earlier for the new store being built in the next town.  They basically loved him and created a job for him.  I wasn't surprised.  He's pretty great, ya'll. 

I found a job just down the road from my house, working on a computer blogging facebooking typing up legalish stuff.  I'm near my kids, I take off when I need to and I am plied with chocolate and Diet Coke.  Not exactly heaven, but pretty durn close.  Except for the leaky roof and all the dust.  Those are lame.

So Work and Live and Be and Heal we did.  Except, this was not Boulder, Colorado.  And our Debt was still Mega Huge and Never Ending.  It would take another one of those miracle thingies to get us there.

Insert Miracle #5:  My Hubs applied to a program within his job.  Out of 8,000 applicants, he was one of a few selected.  I told you, he's awesome.  And guess where his new job would be?  If you guessed BOULDER, COLORADO, you deserve a gold star.  Or a thumbs up.  Because I don't have any gold stars.

And so, after all this time, we're moving to Colorado.

And you wanna hear the ironical part of it all?  All along, we would say we wanted to be there by July of 2010.  And guess when we'll be moving?  July 1, 2010.  Ironicalish.  Or, super duper amazingly cool.

And so now you know.  And so now I pack.

Happy Monday.

21 comments:

Whammy said...

1. Miracles rock.

2. My sister and bro-in-law rock.

3. Boulder is a rock.

I'm amazed at the full-circleness of it all.

Sara said...

So I pretty much cried my way through all 3 parts of this. The maker of my puffy eye cream thanks you for that.

But in all seriousness. Thank you.

The Only Girl said...

Wow. Just wow.

I live by the "everything happens for a reason" rules. I love hearing these kinds of stories.

All the best in your next chapter.

Double Wide Mom said...

Congratulations and how awesome cool is all that?!!

Katye Campbell said...

Love this story so much!!!

~jill said...

I pretty much LOVE hearing how God works. Looking forward to the rest of your story...I have a feeling it's going to be a great read.

Bossy Betty said...

Oh my gosh! Amazing! I love stories like this!

Miss Fit said...

Very cool! Excited for you both!

Creative Junkie said...

First, I just have to say that I was SHOCKED at your church background. In a good way! But if you hadn't mentioned it, I never would have guessed it from your blog and that's one of the things I love about you!

Second ... yay for miracles!!

MiMi said...

Hahaha! Whammy's comment cracks me up.
This is amazing, it really did come full circle. GOD is amazing, isn't he?

robin said...

and now you can blog about your big colorado adventure!

Dee Crowe said...

that is so fantastical I had to read it twice...and I hope every young couple who thinks they have to be the rockefellers and richies of the world read this...its honest, its what really happens when you first get married...and it shows what happens when you have goals and work for them..

Way to go! By the way...Minnesota is on the way to Colorado---kinda..well a small detour hint hint...

Cassie said...

Amazingness. Yay for miracles!

angie128 said...

I am happy for all that. Except for the part that makes you farther away than you are now.

*sniff*

Beth said...

God is so good! (But you have really got to give up that "hellno" habit of yours! Even if it does make me laugh!)

Much More Than Mommy said...

Whammy rocks. And that sounds painful.

I have *adored* these posts almost as much as I *adore* you. <3 God is so good!

The Retired One said...

It is fate, I tell ya, fate.
Except for the non-christian type folks who fired their own pastor...how christian of them.

Have you read THE SECRET? It is like you guys drew your own vision board and it came together like perfect puzzle pieces.
How wonderful...good karma begets good karma.

Anonymous said...

That's truly awesome! I didn't know about his job in CO. God provides a way, doesn't He??
Love you guys!
Carissa

Rae said...

Good luck to you! Enjoyed every word. I know exactly what you mean by, "mustnotsayhellno". I whisper it under my breath almost every day! Awesome story!

Kamryn said...

YAY!!! I ROCK!!! But only b/c my sister taught me. She also taught me how to open a combination lock, after asking her eleventy billion times. Wait...left, the right? Or right, then left. What was the number again?
And she taught me that if all you have in life is your family, Diet Coke and God, then life is good.
And when I was in 7th grade, she bought me the most awesomest earrings. One set was pizzas and one set was TVs. And the TVs were all dangly like. And they rocked. Just like my sister.
Holy cow. There I go with the full circleness again.

ElegantSnobbery said...

Yay for miracles and yay for following your dreams. And also, I didn't know a person could even be fired from a church. That really sucks. But glad things worked out eventually!!

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