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Yungling_Family
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I am a 37 year old husband and father of three young children. My wife is a stay-at-home mom and has begun homeschooling (Catholic of course) our children. Last May I lost my job and have been unable to find suitable, similar employment since. I have been on many interviews but never seem to get the job. After about four months of unemployment I took a job outside of my industry. I am grateful for the paycheck but the work makes me miserable. I tell myself that life isn’t really that hard and all things considered, I have it pretty good. I try to convince myself that this is only temporary and that I will find better employment soon or that this may be my cross to bear and that I should find joy in simply providing for my family. I try to tell myself to offer up my struggles to God as penance.
But there’s something else. For about eight years now, I’ve had this dream of owning my own woodworking business and making 18th century American Colonial reproduction furniture (Queen Anne, Chippendale etc.) I spend much of my free time reading and researching, dreaming and drawing plans. But I have no woodworking tools, little actual experience and after the four months of unemployment little disposable cash. All I have is desire and “book knowledge.” Lately, I have been plagued by images of beautiful pieces of furniture with distinctively Christian and Catholic carvings and designs. For example, last Sunday while in mass I couldn’t shake the image of a giant (8 feet tall by 13 feet wide) set of cabinet/bookshelves with four beautifully carved paneled doors depicting a view looking out from within the empty tomb flanked by life size angels and the words “He is not here for He is risen.” As soon as I got home I started sketching out the plans in my design book.
“The Dream” as I have come to call it has become an obsession…one that my wife says makes me perpetually sad and somewhat emotionally withdrawn from the family. When I’m not thinking about the actual designing and crafting of the furniture I’m thinking about the logistics and finances of outfitting my own shop and starting my own business. I feel as if God has placed the desire to glorify him through woodworking in my heart, that he fills my head with grand visions as if it’s all some sort of calling but the ways and means are withheld and it feels like punishment. What if Mozart heard the music in his head but had never had a piano or Picasso saw the images but never had a paintbrush? My wife is right; it does make me sad and distant. Sometimes I feel like Samuel in 1 Samuel 3:4-10. God is waking me in my sleep, calling my name and I say “Here I am, Lord, your servant is listening.” But there’s only silence in return. Maybe I’m not hearing God because I’m too far away from him. So I rededicate myself to daily rosary focusing on the greater more serious needs of others and make a New Years resolution to go to confession more often in the hopes God will answer my prayers. I am encouraged by the parable of the woman in Luke 18:1. If it wasn’t for the Catholic bent, I would think it was all just my will and not God’s. But if it’s God’s will, why doesn’t he help me make it happen? That leaves me with the possibility that the desire is from God but His purpose is not for me to fulfill the desire but to bear the cross of unfulfilled desire.
Any insight or wisdom would be greatly appreciated.
But there’s something else. For about eight years now, I’ve had this dream of owning my own woodworking business and making 18th century American Colonial reproduction furniture (Queen Anne, Chippendale etc.) I spend much of my free time reading and researching, dreaming and drawing plans. But I have no woodworking tools, little actual experience and after the four months of unemployment little disposable cash. All I have is desire and “book knowledge.” Lately, I have been plagued by images of beautiful pieces of furniture with distinctively Christian and Catholic carvings and designs. For example, last Sunday while in mass I couldn’t shake the image of a giant (8 feet tall by 13 feet wide) set of cabinet/bookshelves with four beautifully carved paneled doors depicting a view looking out from within the empty tomb flanked by life size angels and the words “He is not here for He is risen.” As soon as I got home I started sketching out the plans in my design book.
“The Dream” as I have come to call it has become an obsession…one that my wife says makes me perpetually sad and somewhat emotionally withdrawn from the family. When I’m not thinking about the actual designing and crafting of the furniture I’m thinking about the logistics and finances of outfitting my own shop and starting my own business. I feel as if God has placed the desire to glorify him through woodworking in my heart, that he fills my head with grand visions as if it’s all some sort of calling but the ways and means are withheld and it feels like punishment. What if Mozart heard the music in his head but had never had a piano or Picasso saw the images but never had a paintbrush? My wife is right; it does make me sad and distant. Sometimes I feel like Samuel in 1 Samuel 3:4-10. God is waking me in my sleep, calling my name and I say “Here I am, Lord, your servant is listening.” But there’s only silence in return. Maybe I’m not hearing God because I’m too far away from him. So I rededicate myself to daily rosary focusing on the greater more serious needs of others and make a New Years resolution to go to confession more often in the hopes God will answer my prayers. I am encouraged by the parable of the woman in Luke 18:1. If it wasn’t for the Catholic bent, I would think it was all just my will and not God’s. But if it’s God’s will, why doesn’t he help me make it happen? That leaves me with the possibility that the desire is from God but His purpose is not for me to fulfill the desire but to bear the cross of unfulfilled desire.
Any insight or wisdom would be greatly appreciated.