The Day after.. and the day after the day after...

An odd thing happened this morning. The sun came up. I guess the world does go on. My kids have gone about their business while my head screams with indecision and self doubt.
This is no way to be Superdad.
Superdad is fearless and loving and always has a smile on his face. Right now the smiles are forced, the hugs weak and half hearted. Sometimes I think that all I need is a man servant running in to tell me that barbarians have run off with my herds in the northern lands and while he is yet still speaking…
Ever hear of a guy named Job?
I’m not there yet but I can see how he might have easily given up. What bugs me is that he didn’t. He never quit. Sure he questioned what was happening to him and why but he never blames God. Not once. His friends tell him that he must have done something to deserve the things that happened to him. His wife tells him to curse God and die already.
Nice.
That’s what you need in those darkest hours before dawn.
Encouragement from the ones you love.
But he didn’t give up and in the end God restored him above and beyond what he had. I’m sure that he carried the emotional scars of what he went through the rest of his life but his faith sustained him.
All I did was lose a job, Job lost everything.
I won’t complain. Really. That’s my story and I am sticking to it.
There is a Mark Schultz song called “He will carry me”. My favorite section?
“And when my hope is gone
And I've been wounded in the battle
He is all the strength that I will ever need
He will carry me”
I need to hold onto that.
So there I was sitting at home on my birthday contemplating the coming week and explaining my totally awesome present from my boss, when my Dad comes over to hang for a bit. He-
Whoops. Sorry about that. We were running late for church and I had to scoot and then one thing led to another and then next thing you know, BAM. It’s Monday morning and the kids are getting ready to go back to school.
I told them what happened this morning.
They took in a lot better than I did.
We explained that Christmas might be a little rough this year but that God is in control and we were going to be fine. I may be far from being a true believer but my kids aren’t. They don’t doubt God’s power. They have a surreal sense of purpose when it comes to God.
I wish I could take credit for their faith but I had very little to do with it.
They give me strength and hope in their unrelenting conviction that “God is really cool Daddy, he’s won’t let us down.”
Totally awesome.
Oh, by the way, I am going to work in a few minutes. My Mother-in-law’s hubby (I suppose he could be called a Step-Father-In-Law) is a handyman and has a few job lined up where he needs my help.
God is in control and moving.
There’s the doorbell. Talk to you guys later.