But sometimes those paths aren’t ones you think you want. I was supposed to find out 2+ weeks ago if I got a full time job at a local bank as a bookkeeper. Not the most glamorous job and my creative side was quite irate, screaming at me that I spent four years in college to create, not to chase numbers. But something about the job appealed to me. I don’t know whether it was the solid schedule of a 7:30 am – 4:30 pm, five-days-a-week job after being part of the part-time-job world for the past 2.5 years or what. Losing my freedom would be quite an adjustment, but knowing I had a steady job had quite a bit of draw. Especially with a two week trip to Scotland in April needing funded.
Long story short, I never heard back. And through the small-town grapevine I learned they had filled the position. Time to switch mental directions again and think of other options. But I figured I’d wait until after my trip to begin job hunting with a vengeance. Maybe the coffee shop would need help when I got back…maybe the flower/wine shop would be open. I’d love both of those. Especially the coffee shop.
The grapevine rang again and I learned the bank had moved the previous employee to another floor and the position was still open. And I wasn’t sure if it was what I wanted. I wouldn’t be able to drive down to the ranch to help my man work cows, wouldn’t be able to go to the sale barn with him at a moment’s notice, would miss out on “life” in general. So I laid it in God’s hands and told him the desires of my heart and said if He wanted me to have that job to have them call. And if He had something better in mind that they wouldn’t even bother to contact me.
This morning, as I was cleaning up to-do piles, I decided to throw away the job requirement papers that were given to me during my interview. And after lunch, I got a phone call from the bank saying they would like me to come in if I’m still available. Ugh.
So I am now a full-time employee of the bank. After a slight temper tantrum, I hate to admit. I don’t want to be inside five days a week, I don’t want to miss out on impromptu trips, I don’t want to miss on sunshine and fun, I don’t want to miss out on any moments with my blue eyes sweetie…
Time will tell where this new adventure will lead. At least I know it is in Hands more knowing and trustworthy than my own. And even this may have beauty hidden in the ordinary.
Let all that I am praise the Lord; may I never forget the good things he does for me. Psalm 103:2