It felt very weirdly normal and expected as it all went down. Looking back on it, I’m still a little bit amazed at how it happened.
Oilman sat in the church pew as our pastor talked about loving your job. In that moment, Oilman felt like it was time for him to come home. He also felt very strongly about what he was supposed to be doing. Sometimes that is how the Holy Spirit works. All of a sudden, a thought pops into your head at a very precise moment. We talked about it and still decided that we needed to stay with his current oilfield position for as long as the ride would allow.
Forty-eight hours later we rode in the car together as Oilman took a few work calls. I told him that at any moment, I was almost expecting him to get a call that production was shutting down and he would be out of a job. He assured me that probably wouldn’t happen until later this year, however only one hour later my hunch proved correct. Due to low oil prices, production was shutting down.
We got into the oilfield out of necessity. Financially we were in a hole and didn’t see another way out of it. The economy was crummy, my career was bleak because of the economy, and a job in the oilfield seemed about as good of an opportunity as there was at the time. We were only going to do the crazy long oilfield hours until Oilman could find a job back home, but slowly our viewpoint changed. We saw the opportunity to make serious cash and Oilman kept moving up the ladder out in the field. The months turned into years and one day we found ourselves immersed in oilfield life. Since the beginning of Oilman’s career in oil and gas, our plan has always been to get out of debt (we did it!!) and save up enough money for Oilman to start up his own business back home. We hadn’t been exactly sure what this business was going to be, but we were going to save for it anyway.
We’ve spent so much time praying for God to show us where he wanted us to be. We have loved so much about what the oilfield has done for our family, but hated the long hours and time apart. My husband has not been just good at what he does, he has been great. I’ve gotten several messages from coworkers telling me what a positive impact Oilman has had on their lives and they have never worked for someone like him. I know without a shadow of a doubt that we have been doing what we were destined to do. Oilman has had opportunities to leave the oilfield, but it never seemed like the right thing to do at the time. While it was not the only reason we stayed, oilfield cash has a way of roping you in and making it hard to leave. We didn’t want the money so we could live a lavish lifestyle; it was more for peace of mind, helping others, and preparing for the day we wouldn’t have it anymore.
So here it is folks, we’re taking the leap. We are going to take the opportunities that have presented themselves and chase some dreams. I don’t know what will happen, but we have started a business for Oilman back home here in Austin. Maybe this just gives him something to do until oil recovers or maybe it is officially time to walk away from oilfield life. Only time will tell.