Note: I decided to write about this at my mother’s prompting. It is my hope that my story may bring hope and encouragement to someone who may be struggling. Know that everything I share about my husband is with his permission. I also know that many people experience far greater difficulties in their lives and that the hardships I will face in life are not over. May we turn to the God of all comfort in our trials!
The hardest year of my life began about five and a half years ago when we moved to the DFW area in Texas. I had my oldest two children, ages 4½ and 1 ½, and I was pregnant with my third. We moved here because Jason got an engineering job that would give him some great experience, including getting to work on the New Dallas Cowboy stadium. He was also planning to get his Master’s in engineering, and the firm was going to help with expenses. He was ecstatic!
After much searching, we finally ended up renting a nice four-bedroom house for what seemed to us an exorbitant amount of money. This was not very long after the flooding of New Orleans, and so many people had relocated here that it drove rent prices sky high. I was happy to be living in a nice safe environment, but our house in the small town we had moved from was still on the market. We were paying expenses on both houses, so money was extremely tight.
We found a church right away; friends, however, were elusive. I tried every avenue I could think of to get to know people, but nothing worked. At church I asked if we could join the young married class. We had been married one year more than the limit. Sorry, they said. (They have since changed that rule and include young families in the class, and we love going!)
I went to a women’s Bible study. When I sat in a circle of women, the ladies on both sides of me turned their back and talked to the persons on the other side of them! This is something I would have normally found humorous, but in my lonely state I just felt like crying. I couldn’t get out of there soon enough. We went to Sunday school, and though people were amiable, it was a huge class, and we really didn’t get to know any one for a very long time. Looking back, I think the Lord was teaching me to lean on Him.