The Test Started on New Year’s Eve

One Word 2014

So, before I could even kick off the new year, my husband called me at work around 4 PM and said that the computer network was down and he was going to have to stay until the IT guy got there from 45 minutes away AND stay until the IT guy was done.  I asked him if his boss realized that it was New Year’s Eve and that we might (and did) have plans?  We changed some logistical plans and I waited.  The IT guy got there at about 5:15 (my hubby works until 5 PM and was the only supervisor working).  I sent my son down to drive him home, so he didn’t have to wait until the next bus.  Meanwhile, I couldn’t put food in the oven.  I had to wait.

I realize that my word for 2013 was patience, but sometimes I’m just not that patient.  And my word for 2012 was grace.  Ahhh…shoot that arrow into my heart.  While I drove home, my mind raced and I was so upset.  I want to be with our friends for New Year’s Eve.  I want things to be perfect.  I WANT TO BE IN CONTROL!!!  Sorry for shouting.

And again, it’s about me, me, me.  Not always the most appropriate thing for it to be about.  I can’t let my husband’s boss control my evening and ruin my New Year’s Eve.  The healthier, more appropriate thing to do would be to extend some grace to the boss and pray for him.  Extend love.  It prevents me from getting another tension headache and allows me to comfort my husband, in turn allowing him to enjoy his evening as well.

Meanwhile, he got home on time.  I was able to cook what I needed to cook.  And we arrived at our friend’s house on time.  Crisis averted.  And all that worrying, complaining, moaning, raging, anger, and bad thoughts for nothing.

Hatred stirs up quarrels, but love makes up for all offenses.
Proverbs 10:12

Patience: day 363


As 2013 comes to a close, so do my word for the year:  Patience.   This has been an interesting year for patience.  I’ve learned that my patience can be tested to its limits in trying to prepare a house for sale, packing a house, and dealing with prospective buyers.  The whole process of selling a house could test the very limits of a saint’s patience.

I didn’t post for over 200 days in the middle of year.  I didn’t even think about posting.  Scott had some health-related issues that really threw our lives for a loop.  My job got very, very stressful.  I couldn’t do much more than come home and de-stress every day.  It’s still pretty stressful.  I don’t see that ending any time soon.  But through all that stress, I’ve learned a great deal about myself and about being a better leader.  I wouldn’t change that for anything.

Be still in the presence of the Lord,
    and wait patiently for him to act.
Don’t worry about evil people who prosper
    or fret about their wicked schemes.

Stop being angry!
    Turn from your rage!
Do not lose your temper—
    it only leads to harm.
For the wicked will be destroyed,
    but those who trust in the Lord will possess the land.
Psalm 37:7-9

I’ve learned that I have A LOT more work to do on my patience, but it’s a start.  So, I close out 2013 having a little more patience.  I start 2014 with a brand new word that will be announced on 1/1/2014.  Happy New Year!


Patience: day 350


Only 15 more days until the end of the year.  It’s hard to believe what 2013 brought my family and me.  So many changes and challenges, but I know I’m better for them.

Today was one of THOSE days.  You know, those days that you have every intention of getting up and getting going, but them stuff gets in the way.  Scott and I were already a little late this morning.  Because he’s riding a bus to work, we have a schedule that we have to keep.  In 7-11, this girl decided to fill out her lottery tickets while in line with others behind her.  As she would win, she would buy more.  Meanwhile, coffee grows cold and the bus isn’t going to wait.  After our 10 minute wait, in which she advised us something like everyone gets their turn in line, I got Scott over to the bus stop and got on my way to work.

Yes, all sorts of people cutting me off and then slowing down to a snail’s pace.  UGH!  As I was merging on to the highway, a guy decides to move into the lane and cut me off.  After cutting me off, he then proceeded to move back to his former lane.  I’m pretty such that he couldn’t see the steam coming out of my ears, but that’s just a theory.

In a moment of clarity, I spoke right out loud in the car, “Jesus, I can’t do this without you today!”  Amazingly, my brief prayer, spoken out loud, was exactly what I needed to pray.  From my mouth (and heart) to God’s ear.  He really does listen.

Look to the LORD and his strength; seek his face always. ~ 1 Chronicles 16:11

Answer me when I call to you, O my righteous God. Give me relief from my distress;
be merciful to me and hear my prayer. ~ Psalm 4:1

The LORD is near to all who call on him, to all who call on him in truth. ~ Psalm 145:18

Patience – day 97

patience chick The Lord isn’t really being slow about his promise, as some people think.
No, he is being patient for your sake.
He does not want anyone to be destroyed, but wants everyone to repent.
2 Peter 3:9

Patience – day 42

OneWord2013_PatienceForty-two days into the year and my patience is being tested like there’s no tomorrow.  Perhaps I should have chosen a word like “blessing” or “gifts” or “sell the house in two days”!  Okay, really.  I’m sorry.  It’s been a test of my faith besides my patience.

So, buyers #3 have come and gone.  Victims of meddling parents trying to advise their adult children of their every move leaving not only the Sandmeyer family buyer-less, but a hardworking realtor being told she didn’t help at all, and our realtor, who’s calling all those interested in the house while it was under contract trying to quickly find us a new buyer.  I don’t want to sound ungrateful, but does no one stand by their word (and a signed contract) anymore?  Does no one’s good name stand for anything?

So, back on the market we go.  I want to say that while my faith is being tested, I haven’t lost it.  What I’m weary of is the up and down of the buyer vs. no buyer roller coaster that we’ve been riding.  My brain is just hurting.  I feel like I have adrenaline overload.  People that have anxiety attacks can relate.  After the adrenaline floods your body, you bottom out, and it leaves you exhausted, weary, empty.

I tired of calling my husband and my parents to tell them that we’re back on the market again.  I’m tired of signing the stupid contract releasing the retreating buyer of their agreement with us.  I told my wonderful realtor that I don’t know how he does what he does, except it must make it a little easier knowing it’s not his house.  But he works so hard and it must be so disappointing when things like this come up.

So, I vent here, dear reader, to you.  Thank you!  I’m grateful for your reading eyes and know you must have just a little bit of sympathy for us.

I’m going to go eat some Moose Tracks ice cream and play an never-ending game of Bejeweled Twist to try to release some of this pent up aggravation, so I’ll leave you with a picture of our house.  Click on the picture for the listing information.  Pass it on to someone who’s looking to buy a home in the Pinellas Park, FL area.  Then I can move on to writing about happier times in our new apartment, which we are moving into in 2 weeks!🙂