To answer the question: "How are you guys doing?"
The company that hired my husband on after he was laid off doesn't have any work. They've been trying to keep him busy doing odd jobs around the equipment yard, but on Friday, they told him to stay home today because there was nothing for him to do. I have a feeling he'll be off all week. This is when the "you're no longer on salary" shit starts to hurt.
Tony is trying to start a business which has very low start up costs and I have faith that he will make it work. I'm proud of him for being proactive and not sulking about what has happened to him. I fully support him in his new business venture and will do everything in my power to help him make it happen and be successful. I also have faith that good things will happen for me-- things that I have been working hard for. I have to believe that they will pay off and my hard work will, at some point, be recognized and rewarded accordingly.
I've been continuing to pray every day and I started to read the bible. This is not the first time that I've read the bible on my own without anyone telling me what it all means, but the first time that I've stuck with it for longer than a couple of days. I find it hard at times to keep interest, because, you know-- it's totally different than a blog. Like, I can't comment and be like "God, what does that mean? Email me! or ping me on G-chat when you have some time, k? Thanks!" (Also, I have an incredibly short attention span.) But then, I'll read something that speaks to my soul, as if it were written just for me and I get sucked in, wanting to learn more. Wanting to understand what it all means and how it pertains to my life.
I've always found the bible to be a liiiiiiittle scary. Most of my memories of biblical teachings were of the "You're going to burn in the pit of hell if you do not repent of your sins!" There wasn't a whole lot of teachings of the Grace and love of God.
And don't even get me started on the whole "Jesus is coming soon" sermons. SCARY.
Now, that's not to say that I don't believe in "The Rapture." (Although, I'll fully admit I started to roll my eyes when my dad would say that to me because YOU'VE BEEN SAYING THAT SINCE THE DAY THAT I WAS BORN AND WE'RE STILL HERE SO I'M NOT SCARED ANYMORE! But, that was probably just my rebellion and NOT my disbelief) However, there was a time I believed it and I feared it with every fiber of my being.
Example:
Anytime my parents were late coming home, I would start to panic. "The rapture most have happened! And I was left behind! I'm going to have to have my head chopped off to get into heaven!" But before I'd have a full on meltdown, I'd pick up the phone and call people who I was sure would not be "left behind", like, our pastor! And if he would answer the phone, I'd rejoice because "The Rapture didn't happen after all! I wasn't left behind! I'm not going to have to have to suffer persecution to make it to heaven after all!"
(True story!)
Needless to say, I didn't really experience a lot of the "Joy" that I hear people talking about when they speak of their faith.
I want to experience that joy. I'm ready to know what that feels like.
If you were raised in the Christian faith, I'd love to hear your thoughts on the Rapture. What were you taught about it? Do you believe in it as an adult? Do you think that we're "living in the last days?" Your point of view will be valuable to me.







Funny thing: I remember when the show Models, Inc. (the Melrose Place spin-off) first aired, I prayed that the rapture wouldn't come so I could at least find out what happened to the girl who had the soap ad campaign.