If you read Dave Boninsegna’s account of his family’s trials during the flood in Ottawa, he referred to his life as mirroring that of Job from the Bible.
I think we’ve all felt that way at one time or another. Dave works for the Herald and we have followed him through his vast and varying array of problems that have beset his family and we have often wondered how much more they could take.
Dave, being a man of strong faith, pretty much rolls with the punches and takes most things in stride. A demeanor to be much admired. I have drawn strength from his trials.
The last several days, I have also felt like Job. If it could go wrong, it has.
My soon-to-be father-in-law is in the hospital. He is scheduled for surgery next Thursday, the day before my wedding. While this would turn any bride into bridezilla — and I have to admit, I did have a small meltdown — I have taken a deep breath and stepped away and looked at the situation.
I came up with a plan that seems to suit everyone and the wedding will go on, just not in the manner first anticipated. (You know the saying, “The best laid plans of mice and men. …”)
All is well, again, for now.
The annual Camp Labor adventure this weekend in Michigan was postponed due to my father-in-law’s hospitalization and now the Michiganders are coming here to be with him. So, it is now Camp St. Rita’s. We will all still be together, just for a different reason.
I hope we don’t get thrown out of the hospital. The Spencer clan can be a bit much for those not prepared for such a lively crew.
Life is always throwing us curve balls. Many people say, “God doesn’t give us more than we can handle.” I asked a co-worker the other day if, even though I know this is some sort of test, is it OK if it upsets me?
He assured me, most people would be upset; it’s how I handle the rest of it that counts.
So I keep pressing on and  making sure I am doing all I can for others. After all, that’s all any of us can do.
Hang in there Dave and I will do the same.
And this, too, shall pass.