I have been blessed with peace in my life recently, but not the peace I wanted. It’s a peace I’ve been blessed with before, however it is somewhat precarious because I sometimes find myself forgetting, ignoring, or fighting with it. To better understand, here’s a short history of my (short) adult life:
2002 – Got laid off, got married, moved to Seattle, started junior year of college, got job flipping burgers
2003 – Tons of schoolwork, lots of burgers flipped, we got pregnant
2004 – Graduated college, moved to Kent, Daniel born, got job at a bank call center
2005 – Raising Daniel, changed departments at work, we got pregnant
2006 – Moved to Fife, Jonathan born
2007 – Raising boys, work moved to Tacoma, we moved to Tacoma, labored on fixing up new house
2008 – We got pregnant, wrangling boys, Megan born
It would be an understatement to say we’ve been busy the last seven years. So when 2009 came around, Michelle and I were excited at the prospect of a down year. My tenure at work earned me a boost in vacation days, and we were finally going to have a year where we weren’t anticipating moving or having a baby! The Allen Family ship was sailing out of chaotic waters towards peace on the horizon.
Then there was an emergency meeting at work.
I was joking with my manager going into the meeting: “hey, are you giving references? yuk, yuk, yuk!” The message at the meeting was, in a nutshell, “You guys are awesome, times are bad, we’re closing this call center… Sorry” I turned to my manager, “no seriously, are you giving references?”