Well, what did I know

In the recent post titled It's Madness, I detailed some updates but also wrote that there are no moves or babies planned. Well, now there is. You chose door number two and are hoping for a baby aren't you? Sorry, it's door number 1 or should I write door number 9...because this will be move number nine for Napp and I since we've been married.

The short story is that Napp's job here was not as secure as we were led to believe and his position will not continue next year. I do not feel comfortable going into more detail than that in such a public forum as a blog, but will write that I am very disillusioned with academia.

We know that he will teach here until at least the end of May and from there we just don't know. But God does know and we rest and find comfort in that profound truth. Great things have come from living in South Carolina although we've been here less than one year and I know that great things will come no matter where we next live.

It's very late in the year for a professor to be on the job market (another reason for my disillusionment...or should I be blunt and just say anger?) and at this time it is unclear as to whether Napp will find another teaching job or instead try his hand in another field within the political arena. Who knows, maybe we'll end up back in Washington D.C.

Many have asked how we are doing with this news. First of all, we have not yet told Xylie so we ask you not to tell your children and not to mention it to her until we tell her. She had a tough time moving here and announced that she never wants to move again. I foolishly told her that we would be living in South Carolina for a long time...who knew.

Napp is handling the news very well. He's still very dedicated to his work and committed to give the school his very best. That's integrity. In many ways the news is a blessing and we are not worried. We wish we knew right now what path to follow and to even see a few paths from which to choose, but we're not worried. We will be OK, our heavenly father tells us so.

I'm very sad by the news. For me, the most painful blow someone can deal me is the punch of betrayal. Personal insult may scathe me, but betrayal cuts to the bone. So my heart is heavy as I sort through those emotions. But really, we are OK. Bruised, but not out for the count.