Yet, O LORD, you are our father;
we are the clay and you the potter:
we are all the work of your hands. (Is. 64:7)
Yesterday was a hard one. Trying not to dwell on the goings on is difficult at best, but when there’s one sick child, and one who is making unwise choices, and loud behaviors, on top of those, we have a downstairs neighbor that complains when we walk across the floor…it was just super high stress. THEN, the landlord called. There was a long conversation between him and his wife and Kevin, downstairs where I couldn’t hear, and my imagination took over. I was sure we were being reprimanded and/or evicted…that’s when I posted.
When Kevin came back upstairs he asked if I heard anything? I told him I hadn’t, so he filled me in. The landlord hired him to do snow removal here for the winter, and is paying him $500 up front for it. On top of that, he informed Kevin about a microbiology program at Holland College. Our landlord is a Chinese immigrant who works for the Canadian Research Council, he is involved in cancer research, and has a lot of connections. He gave Kevin the name of someone to talk to there, as well as a couple contacts for positions that will be opening in the next few months. He’ll be busy talking today 
The plan is to take the first opening doing whatever until one of those positions opens up. Kevin cannot work at the hospital in the field he’s trained in and worked in for the last 23 years, because they don’t recognize the lab registry from the states. He has to get his Lab Registry here, or pay $750 to the review board for them to review his training from the U.S. and tell him where it is deficient. At that time, to get registered here, they’ll sell him the courses he needs, and when those are completed, he can apply to the registry, which will cost, but I can’t remember how much. It’s a gamble if we had any money, which we don’t…this is why he took the job doing online moderation.
The job there is over now. Long story short, he’s not needed anymore. This is disheartening, but not surprising. Of the team she hired originally, she is down to less than half that she has not fired or had quit for various reasons. Mostly for me, it’s a relief, the job was stressful on the best days. I do not handle stress well at all, I internalize it, take it home, and make myself sick. He’s spent the last week looking for something that will support us, and has not got one bite. This week, he’ll take the first job that offers a steady paycheck and continue to watch for something better.
The readings and homily at Mass were spot on yesterday, it never ceases to amaze me how readings were recorded several hundred years ago, and seem to be spot on relevant today. The first reading was from Isaiah 63. The prayer of my heart was being read from the podium:
Oh, that you would rend the heavens and come down,
with the mountains quaking before you,
while you wrought awesome deeds we could not hope for,
such as they had not heard of from of old.
No ear has ever heard, no eye ever seen, any God but you
doing such deeds for those who wait for him.
Would that you might meet us doing right,
that we were mindful of you in our ways!
Then as soon as Father Floyd opened his mouth, there was God, answering my heart’s cry. His homily began with a prayer by St. Francis de Sales. Tears welled and spilled, reducing me to a little puddle in the middle of that huge basilica.
God, whose very own you are, will lead you safely through all things;
He will keep you firm to the end,
irreproachable on the day of our Lord Jesus Christ.
God is faithful, (1 Cor 1:8,9)
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