Sometimes it’s just best to come right out and say it…

I quit my job today.

And geez Louis. Is my heart beating. Like about to jump out of my chest.

I have been with this company almost seven years. Honestly, not even sure what a life apart from it looks like.

But heavens, am I ready to find out!

Here’s the story.

Several months ago while I was taking an ordinary shower after my morning run, the Lord spoke to me.

Seriously.

The creator of the universe took some time out of His rather busy miracle working schedule to chat with me.

Never. Gets. Old.

And I have never been more sure of anything than I am of what He said.

“Move.”

And no, it wasn’t audible like some flash back to “Real Genius” where the geeks use the brown-noser’s braces to set up a speaker of some sort so he actually heard “god” speaking to him.

This was a heart conversation. I asked questions. He answered. By the time I got out of the shower, I knew without a doubt that He was telling me it was time to leave my job. My time there was done. His work complete. And I needed to move on.

I cried on the way to work that day. I had been so excited about coming back. I was full of ideas on how to make some improvements. And for the first time in two years, I was off of any kind of extra hormones thanks to infertility treatments and the pregnancy. I finally felt like myself again and “Myself” liked working.

I let that all settle in for a few days and honestly, it didn’t take long before I went from being overwhelmed by the whole experience to me looking in the mirror saying…

Well. Crap.

I know. But I’m just keepin’ it real here.

As weeks passed, the fear grew. This was my job. Our security. Our future. Our dream of a retirement home on the water.

And a whole lot of freedom to buy Target tee-shirts whenever I wanted.

But every time, the Holy Spirit kept telling me, “hey look, you didn’t earn this job anyway. God gave it to you. He’s your security. He’s your future. He’ll decide when and where you retire. And let’s face it, you don’t need more Target tee-shirts.”

As I shared all this with Chris (except for the tee-shirt part), I prayed the Lord would be patient with us. This was a big change. One neither of us was expecting or prepared for. But slowly, the Lord worked on both of us and somehow, we both came to the point where we were looking forward to me leaving.

Now, I have no idea what the Lord has planned for me next. I have lots of thoughts and emotions rattling around in my heart and in my head. Right now, none of it really makes a lot of sense. But my Savior knows me better than I even know myself and I trust He has a plan bigger than what I could have dreamed up.

For the time being, I’m going to thoroughly enjoy taking care of my husband and daughter, the house and hopefully, find some sort of workable and sensible plan to manage this whole gluten-free thing.

Of course, there’s also the infertility support group we are starting at church. And Mrs. Eartha’s artisans’ group I am looking forward to being a part of. Sunday School and Ladies Bible Study. Those are important.

Humbly, I would like to ask that ya’ll pray for me and our family as we make this change and wait on the Lord to show us where we are to go next.

I don’t feel like we’re headed toward that hut in Africa we all fear the Lord will call us to, but you never know. If He does call me there, I can promise you a desire to make that move will be all God. Unless there’s an unlimited supply of free colorful Target tee-shirts. Then I’m all over it.