So I was sad about being catless and Tom and I had finally begun working on decluttering the garage/barn so when we'd grown tired I asked him to buy us some sherbet. Which he did, gladly.
And as we sat watching an American Pickers rerun suddenly I thought, "Hey! I can take back my room upstairs now."
So that's what I did and oh, the excitement! Tom went out to mow upon his tractor and I skipped upstairs and began cleaning the room I'd not slept in for one year. I removed Naomi's things (she still has a bit of stuff left here) and vacuumed and dusted and then when I went downstairs to bring my clothes back up, I stopped at the computer for an email check.
That's when I saw it. The email from the Buffalo Court. And this is what it said:
"This letter is to inform you that your request to have your Jury service postponed has been approved. Your jury service has been deferred by this court."
Oh my goodness... I screamed. With joy, of course. And then I whispered, "Thank-you, Jesus" probably 8 times while running out to Tom where I shouted into his ear (over the din of the mighty tractor), "I got an email and I don't have to do jury duty!"
I ran back inside, grabbed my clothes and returned back to my upstairs room with I Love Lucy playing and my veins pulsating with glee.
And too? I felt thankful that I'd been firm with myself when I mailed-off my form to the court (with my whinings of why now is a horrible time for me, personally, to do jury duty). I told myself that in no way would I allow myself to spoil the next three weeks with dread. Instead, I'd choose to believe I would not have to drive those 35 miles to downtown Buffalo and not have to explain there just why this was an impossible time for me.
So I didn't. Allow myself to dread that possibility, I mean. Whenever that temptation arose I chose, instead, faith that I'd not have to go. Belief for a good outcome. And then firmly chose to think about something else.
Again, oh wow. I have my own special room back during these days of packing, a getaway place of peace, plus, I don't have jury duty. And well, let's just say I hardly slept last night there upstairs, for the excitement was too great. My heart felt utterly joyful and I even went downstairs at 4:00 a.m., made hot chocolate and came back upstairs to watch Gilmore Girls (1st season) before actually cleaning the (crusty) floor of our half-bath-maybe-someday at 5:00. Humming all the while. Grateful out-of-my-mind.
Happy days are here again.
So let this encourage you. If you are facing a hard time and just hanging in there as best as you can, putting into practice all the good things God has taught you, well, a reward is coming if you keep believing, even when things look as though they'll never change. Do what you can and then God will do the rest.
And let me add--jury duty is a wonderful responsiblity. Truly. But there are times in each of our lives when--emotionally--it would send us over the edge. And for me, this was one of those times.