WhimsyME

Scotty is gone right now.  He’s taking a psych eval for a prospective employer.  It’s all part of the hiring process.  Is it wrong of me to wish he were a little crazy so they won’t hire him and he will be forced to find something else?  Oh, yeah.   I guess it would be.  I just really hate the car business.  I hate how it keeps him away from his family.  I hate the way they beat him up and make him feel like he isn’t good enough.  I hate how through the years it has turned him into something he swore he’d never be.  I hate that he is so worn out and burnt out that he has no dreams anymore.  He seems so sad.  He has no idea what he wants.  I’ve been praying that God will show  him the desires of his heart.  That doors will open and there will be infinite possibilities.  Each time we have a job change, I pray for something better to come along.  But it’s always the same.  The long hours, bad benefits, not enough compensation for the time devoted….  It’s old. Really old.  I deal with it, though.  I have no choice.  I would love for him to be home at 5:30 every night.  I need him here.  The only day we have together as a family is Sunday and Sunday goes by so fast.  There’s never enough time in a day to get all the things done that need to be done.  There’s church and working in the yard.  By the time we do all that, the day is gone and the kids haven’t seen their dad and the rest of the chores go untouched, once again.

I pray for him.  I pray for a miracle that will bring him back to us.  I pray that somewhere out there that God will speak to someone’s heart.  It’s happened before.  He knows exactly what we need.  He knows we trust in Him to supply all our needs.  And I have faith that it will happen.