My husband and I are living the college life. *cough cough* The MARRIED...broke...college student life. He's been having every sort of imaginable trouble with his program, and is handling it with such amazing Grace and Faith. I however...have not. I've been angry, justifiably so, and have been telling him how I feel about the whole thing. "SOMEONE needs to cut you a break!" "They OWE you a meeting...you're PAYING them to HELP you...." Etc. Get the picture? There's SO much more to this story, but it's rubbish, and there's no point in flaying that fish right now. The point is, I've been adamant about SOMEONE giving my husband some bloody help!
All this time, he's been working for every orchestra in the state of Indiana trying to make money for us to pay bills, while also traveling three months out of the year to Pittsburgh to play in the pit for their opera orchestra. He's been a long term sub there, and very recently someone raised a fuss about him not being on contract. Our immediate fear was that he was going to lose the job and what those ramifications would be for the rest of his career -teaching AND playing. A true nail-biter, let me tell ya'.
We were there for New Years Eve. The Opera has a gala, and so they hired him to play for it. It was wonderful -singing, dancing, and desserts! We even got to witness a marriage proposal!!! So romantic. This whole time, I'm worrying about his contract and job. At the end of the gala he tells us (we're with some new friends!!!) that they've offered him a contract, and he'll become a full section player!!!!!! YAYYYYY!!! *insert all sorts of happy dances*
It was in this moment that I realized my dear, patient, respectful husband had received his break; and from the least likely place. His unyielding faith and personal responsibility allowed him to persevere and win himself a job. A REAL job. I also realized that I wanted him to have some sort of forward progression so that I could move forward too. That his door could open my door so we could move forward together. The good news is that this is now possible. The bad news is that I need to make peace with all of the bad things that have happened to him on his journey. The second peace of good news is that this happened to HIM instead of me for a reason. I'm not sure what that is yet, but I have faith that I'll figure it out. That's the good thing about believing -you know you don't have the answer...YET.
Happy Glass Half Full, friends! I hope you have a Monday full of wonderful things!
Keep on Keepin' on~
I am so excited!!!
ReplyDeletePs: you spelled peace instead of PIECE :) but I love you anyways