When our good friend, Hylton, sent the e-mail below, I had just been beating myself up over having accidentally ditched a presentation from my computer. (See Pushing On.) The story lifted my spirits so I was delighted when its author agreed to let me post it on Catching Courage.
On Wednesday morning I awoke feeling disturbed.I felt as though something was in the air!! I put it down to my hair’s needing a trim (only a woman could understand what I mean). As I didn’t have the car, I walked downstairs and decided to try a new hairdresser who just opened up in our building. I tried desperately to explain to her that I only wanted a TRIM. (She couldn’t speak English.) She popped the cape around my neck, and in an instant two inches of hair dropped onto my shoulders. (My hair was only 3 inches long anyway!) My feeling of disturbance grew!
- At lunch time, Garth phoned me to say that he had been told to take a redundancy package. Wow!!……..what a shock to the system! How was my hard-working and dedicated husband going to cope with this one?
- On Thursday at work the accountant advised me to go onto a three-day week because this would be an advantage to us financially in the light of Garth’s redundancy. I felt hugely apprehensive about approaching the boss, as she could quite easily have said that she would rather have someone younger, working full time, and then, of course, I would be out of work as well!
- On Thursday night we contacted our landlord regarding the crisis situation. He was unable to respond due a renting technicality so we would have no alternative but to leave this beautiful apartment that we love so dearly and look for something cheaper.
- My hair is already growing.
- Garth has accepted his redundancy with a grateful heart and thanks God for the provision of the government’s “back to work” allowance, which allows him to work part time until he goes on pension in January.
- 3. My boss was hugely accommodating and said I could choose whatever hours suited me best. The government will subsidise me for the shorter hours worked. In fact I will be 20 euro’s better off. Thank God for the government and our decision to come here six and a half years ago.
- We have found a bigger and more beautiful apartment, still overlooking the harbour, just up the road, at an affordable rate.
The moral of the story:
God has never, ever let us down, although for a while the circumstances may look pretty bleak.
[Cathryn’s note: And I just learned one of the techies at London Drugs has been able to retrieve the presentation. Life is good!]
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