As the dust is settling, so to speak, from the end of another job, I am once again faced with "what now"? What will I do next to supplement our income, or afford happy anticipation of waking each morning to the day's activities. Limbo is not a state I cherish, as I am one who respects knowledge of what waits around the corner. I do not like the unknown. In fact surprises scare me.
Take for example, my brother Richard. He is three years my senior and as young siblings, we were close enough in age to annoy each other. Unfortunately for me, this little sister spooked easily. Richard took great personal pleasure and entertainment in frightening me. Our childhood home sat on the corner of Llano and Holland Avenues in Port Neches, TX. A unique feature of the house was a small closet-sized enclosed back porch. A sort of dropping ground for dirty work clothes or anything my mom didn't want inside. The little porch was also the passage through which people entered into the house and our kitchen. As night fell, I often entered the back porch with caution because my brother, Richard, might be lurking just inside to scare the snot out of me. I was not a fan of the, "Surprise!"
Arriving home from church at night, the little porch and the inside of our house were dark. Richard jumped out of the car, racing ahead of us disappearing inside of the house. With a furrowed brow, sighing, I knew he was up to no good. As any little sister having been accosted numerous times before knows, one learns to expect the unexpected out of a big brother. He turned on no lights so as to set a spooky mood, making my entrance onto the porch room dark and creepy. Slowly, the screen door screeched as I opened it with anticipation of his antics. As I tiptoed inside the enclosed porch, I squinted to see any movement and called out to Richard, "You better not be hiding!" When I was certain my brother was not there, I knew he would be waiting for me inside the house. Touching the back door leading into the kitchen, I inched the knob around in my hand, cautiously pulling back on the door. To the immediate right of the kitchen door was my parent's bedroom and it was there that Richard often stalked his prey. My heart racing, I held my breath and, "BOO!" Richard yelled, jumping out at me like phantoms in a spook house. It never failed to frighten me and my screams only fueled Richard's laughter with delight at my jumping fear.
Even though my brother's practical jokes were innocent, childish fun, to this day as a grown, almost senior citizen adult, the fear of the unknown still scares me. (By the way, Richard has outgrown playing practical jokes on me.) This state of Limbo or uncertainty is like anticipating a surprise. When the next venture comes around, I hope I laugh and feel fulfilled by whatever job or project comes. My God alone knows what lurks around the corner and I have to believe that with Him all things are possible. He will lead me through the darkness and on him I can rely. Years of Sunday school pay off when we are in Limbo. Maybe my physical daddy is smiling down on me as I recall Psalm 23 that he took the time to help me memorize as a child. It is often these words of my Lord's encouragement that flow through my mind in times of uncertainty.
King James Version (KJV)
23 The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.
3 He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.
|My brother, Richard Lee Ritchey and me. Sept. 2012|