My hands are as heavy as my heart. Today, we found out that they have AGAIN pushed our workers comp hearing back another 7 weeks. Martin really needs the financial help from workers comp, as the co-pays from the prescriptions are really difficult to meet. I cannot understand why this has been so difficult, but it has, except for the part where Heavenly Father has blessed us. On Friday last, we heard the decision for the termination hearing came back in Martin's favor. The chancelor can still have him terminated, but at least the hearing officer saw the unjustness of them trying to fire Martin after he became ill on the job. We are now awaiting the decision from the chancellor- it is like being in limbo.
Okay, I am going to stop whining. Let me tell you about the happy things in my life. Simple things, but important to keep us going.
On Saturday, at Walmart, we met a veteran from Pearl Harbor. He was very elderly, but so sweet, and I could not help thanking him, with tears in my eyes, for his part in history. He thanked me back for caring about it, and then I asked him if I could take a picture of him with Little Joe. He gladly agreed, and we have a wonderful piece of history on film, generations apart, but so precious together. I am going to send it to the "Stars and Stripes" which is a newpaper for American service personel.
Today, I made bread again. I actually got my first payment for my bread, and I put it away to buy more wheat in the near future. I will continue to make my bread, and hopefully, sell some more.
The kids and I went to the park this afternoon after school. The weather was so incredible, and Little Joe got to swing at the park for the first time. Eli, Jacob and Kayleigh were so helpful, (almost too helpful, if you know what I mean) each one wanting to push Little Joe in the stroller or on the swing. After a bit, I just sat and held Little Joe and watched the kids playing, and thanking Heavenly Father for such wonderful blessings. While we were at the park, Martin made cornbread to go with the potato soup we were going to have for dinner. Now, when Martin makes cornbread, he could actually feed an army! Sure enough, when I got back from the park, there was a huge mound of golden crispy cornbread sticks, triangles and squares. I know better than to ask why he always makes so much, I guess it is because he really loves cornbread! Well, even when he is "cornbreaded out" the birds will have a nice meal.
Writing tonight has lifted my heart. I know the future is uncertain, but after a year and a half, I also know that Heavenly Father is with us. It will be interesting to see how things come about, and I will keep you informed. Thanks for supporting me, it means so much.
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