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Posted by on April 29, 2017

Waiting on God is not for weanies.

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No personal, private details.  Most are just curious.

At present, we are living on my disability and my wife’s unemployment.  Two months ago, her boss gave her the grim news:  the company let 18 people go.  Though the CFO had personally promised otherwise, she was one.

They were moving too fast, making too many deals to pay attention to how good she really is.  It makes no diff that you’re at the top of your game when the boss is playing from a different rulebook.  At the nexus where experience, wisdom, work ethic and expertise meet age, they opted for cheap.

No.  We didn’t run right out and whine.  We did reach out to a few praying friends whose discretion we trust.  Neither of us do pity well, and we’ve been against the financial wall before.  Almost dying several times is expensive.  We lived in a couple of places homeless people might shun.  It hurts a man and woman to ask their kids to live that way.

It hurts a man and woman.  The dad and the mom.  In differing ways

It hurts.

God’s wakened me in the wee hours to pray.  Sometimes He reveals for whom; mostly not.   He’s done it often enough that I think I’ve responded every time by sending an anonymous “I-got-your-back” post out on Facebook.  Needlessly embarrassing anyone never has been my style.  Private Messaging is the place for personal stuff.  Right?

If I’ve exceled at anything, it’s in working to become a champion encourager.  I know God’s faithful.  He knows where the help is needed and how best to apply it.  Others for whom He’s come through in response to praying friends’ intercession have told me those stories.  This time would be no different just because we were the ones, O Lord, standin’ in the need of prayer.  I knew some praying spirit warriors would stop and make time to remember me, writing me some encouragement that was personal.

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One has left brief notes they’re praying.  One included an article that gave me two additions to my quotation file.

 The most important thing is to acknowledge pain. It’s gonna hurt, and that’s okay. Denying or ignoring hurt only prolongs it.

“Allow yourself to feel everything you’re feeling right now,” she told me. “Let the hurt move through you. Then you can move on.”

Introverts don’t do well with that . . .   Disabled ones do even worse.

  • Trying to build up courage to speak to a friend about work possibilities, only to have another walk up, engage the friend in lively conversation including sharing pictures, excluding me as if not present . . .
  • Gingerly sending email messages to another two who might know of work possibilities, only to have them both, from our perspective, either unread or ignored.
  • Knowing those who’ll read this all live far away and can do nothing, despite locals who say, “Oh, you’re a gifted writer.”

It hurts.  Okay?

That’s as far as I go today, acknowledging pain and letting the hurt move on.

And it won’t rain always
The clouds will soon be gone
The sun that they’ve been hiding has been there all along

And it won’t rain always
God’s promises are true
The sun’s gonna shine in His own good time
And He will see you through

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Our amazing neighbor recently died, and I’ve been focusing on helping clean her house for an estate sale, cleaning and organizing her garage, and keeping her yards looking nice.

My way of dealing with personal hurt has always been deflection.  Look for another who could use some encouragement.  Ease their burden and make them smile.

The first one’s a slam-dunk.  I’m working on the second one.  This is longer than intended; thanks for taking the time to read after me.  Bouncing (okay, dragging) back in 3 . . .   2 . . .   1 . . .

Loving you,


© D. Dean Boone, April 2017

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