As some of you may have heard, there are some budget-related arguments going on in Washington. If Congress cannot come to some sort of an agreement on budget cuts and spending, thousands of people across the U.S. that work in government and government-related jobs may have to take a furlough or just lose their job entirely. (For full report on the impact, there’s an article here.)
Huff the Hubs works on a military installation and may have to be one of those people that take a furlough. Granted, it won’t be forever and it won’t impact our day-to-day finances that much. However, it’s still an unknown and unknowns tend to make me want to curl up in the fetal position while someone gingerly strokes my hair singing “Soft Kitty”.
It’s not just the financial aspect, either. With these cuts also brings fewer air traffic controllers and fewer security personnel at airports. (For those of you who don’t know, I’m terrified of air travel. Even though I’ve been overseas twice and flown all around this nation, it still terrifies me. Probably because the first time I ever flew was two months after the attacks on September 11, 2001.)
And Huff the Hubs and I just put a down payment on a “babymoon” to London*. In two months. When the sequester starts.
This also means that our hopes of saving a down payment for a house, saving for a new “family” car (I drive a tiny pickup), and getting to Baby Step 3 will all be pushed back quite a ways.
Needless to say, I’ve had some anxiety.
I’ve been worrying and fretting (and pregnancy hormones aren’t really helping) about everything from “What if we can’t afford a crib?” to “What if we crash in the Bermuda Triangle?”
I talked to my sister yesterday and when I told her this, she said, “Why are you letting Satan steal your joy?”
After massaging the toes she just stepped on, I realized she was right. This baby is a blessing and our trip is also a blessing. Both things, Huff the Hubs and I believe, are from Him*. And He’s not going to give us something that’s bad for us.
Then, I thought back to the words I had spoken to Huff the Hubs just a few months ago:
“God’s not going to bless us with a baby without a way to take care of it.”
Yes, it’s true we live in an uncertain world in uncertain times. But there is one thing I’m certain of: God is bigger than my fears, my anxieties, and my doubts.
*Before Huff the Hubs and I knew I was pregnant, we decided we needed to take a big trip this year. We knew we’d probably have a baby, and we wanted to go before the responsibility hit us like a ton of bricks. We prayed about it, saved for it, and truly felt like this was a God thing. We got our passports before I found out I was pregnant (a move we both believe was God’s way of saying: “You need this trip!”) and we booked before the sequester. We’re savers and we’re still able to afford the trip. Some people may say we should use the trip money for other things, but 1. its already been earmarked in our financial plan and 2. this trip will be something we will cherish since it will be our last as just a married couple. Soon, we’ll be parents and it’ll be harder to do these things. So we could cancel and not get our deposit back. Or, we could go and enjoy each other’s uninterrupted company. I chose uninterrupted company.