Well, there's a little problem with asking a storyteller a question: Storytellers don't answer questions with three words or less. PLUS You will always get a very very long story if you ask the storyteller when she's starting to feel alive again after spending a week cooped up, isolated and feeling like a pile of cold, cooked spaghetti noodles. (Really.)
Plus we all know I have this meme affliction wherein I twist every meme to meet my own objectives.
Yeah ... so ... out of
Atypical's interview questions ... I generated at least an entire week's worth of verb-age.
I am starting with Atypical's question #4:
Can you give one example of a time in your life where joy welled up so much inside of you that it had to spray out, sprinkler like, on anyone who happened to pass by?
My very, very first thought was of the incredible experience that carried us from Oregon to New York. (I had wanted to go back to Texas but ... )
How many people do you know who have nothing ... nada ... zippo ... ZZ-EE-RR-OO in the bank account and no reason to believe money is "in the mail," "winging it's way to you," and certainly "we're in the money" is not a phrase they know?
Ok how many of those people would paper the nation with a resume and cover letter claiming to be able to "self re-locate" at that very moment -- in that very condition?
We did it with my husband's resume -- with a complete trust in God that He was perfectly able to make it happen. The very first clue that this was a perfectly fine idea was how the two of us felt about it's very existence. It's birth was the first time Billy and I had been on the same page in almost a year. That out of sync feeling that had been so disconcerting suddenly disappeared.
I want to tell you that from the time the phone rang 30 minutes after the first resume went out until we moved into our current apartment 90 days later -- every single moment of every day was filled with contentment, peace, joy ...
Yeah ... and I'd have to lie in order to tell you that. It was full of struggle, suspense, doubt, anger, fear, hurt, separation from my better half, etc. Of course, this drama was only one of six extreme drama's going on all at the same time. Oh yes ... when we do drama, we do it up right!
So, how is it that I reached a point of "sprinkling" joy everywhere? Because God is good ... Great ... AWESOME !!!
If you start at the beginning of the story and read all the way through, I created a page just for that:
Our Moving to NY StoryYou will find most of the dramas listed in this post:
A Banner Week. I started my blog a few weeks after I sent out this "Dear Everybody" note.
The overview to strictly the moving story and some of the conclusion is in
A Moving West Coast - East Coast Story. It also has footnotes with links to the hair-raising details of the money story. If you are looking for some courage to believe in God's care, I strongly suggest you find those footnotes.
The joy part? :: smirk :: Seek and ye shall find. It's a perfectly grand story that deserves it's place in time. So, I encourage you to persevere to the end.
I used this as an opportunity to go back and put these posts back in order the way I want them read and I turned on the commenting for each post.
It is perfectly legal to bookmark the story and come back to read in bits and pieces.
Enjoy