(This is part 1 of a series on my journey to the Mid-West)
I have so much to share with you guys. First and foremost I must give all of the glory, honor, and praise to the King of the universe! His love for me has completely blown me away. The beginning of this story starts shortly after Christmas. I had applied for dozens of jobs and was not getting any response from anyone. All attempts to find a place to live simply didn't pan out. One of my very best girls came to see me and we got to just sit and talk in Panera for hours. Hours, people! It was fantastic! I walked away encouraged beyond belief and with a new clean gust of air in my lungs.
It came the time to give my two weeks notice at work. I cannot tell you how terrified I was. I had prayed and prayed and worried and worried some more. Every conceivable outcome of this monumental decision had played through my mind again and again. I also kept remembering the signs the Lord had shown me. I decided to let faith win the battle of my mind. I chose to step out in faith and say yes. Going into the office that day I had no future job, no future place to live, and a death sentence for a car. I serve a God who loves to give abundantly and take care of His children, so I took the first step of faith. Before I went in I prayed and journaled and asked God to soften the heart of my boss. I couldn't handle the thought of no support. I walked into my boss' office and laid it all out on the table. I explained my plans, the lack of concrete answers at the immediate moment, and why I was leaving.
His answer blew me away. He understood. We made a deal. He offered to help me find a car and sell my furniture if I would stay until the beginning of March to train some new employees. Everything inside of me was screaming to say, "NO!". I sat there and thought about it and realized that this was an answer to my prayer. So I said, "Yes." It was a questions, a softly spoken word, with only some heart behind it. Immediately I felt immeasurable peace. Even though January was always my plan, I agreed to wait.
It's been three weeks since that conversation. It's been a wild ride, my friends. It's been full of tiny moments of doubt and wondering if I really am walking in the right direction, but then I remember that all the Lord has asked of me is discipleship. Discipleship is simply walking one step at a time in His plan. So that's what I've been doing: walking one. step. at. a time. Of course, I am constantly reigning in my errant brain waves from their tumultuous race to the future and all the possible things that can go wrong. It's been an emotional, physical, and spiritual battle! But at the end of the day? God is GOOD. He gives good gifts and He loves us. Remember that.
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