After six months of looking for work, and trying to start and build my own business, I had a job offer. And since it happened on a day that my bank account balance was twenty bucks, I said yes.
The job, they told me, was in Washington, DC. I had been praying for a job. For months. And I wasn't finding any opportunities in the Dallas area. Recruiters wanted me to interview for jobs in Ohio, Pennsylvania, even New Jersey. I realized maybe God was answering my prayer after all, and I needed to make an adjustment and listen to my answered prayers.
The offer came to me, they raised the rate that I was asking, and they offered five months. Then they asked me when I could start Thinking that all I needed to do was pack a suitcase and go, I told them two weeks.
A few days later I thought, five months is a long time to continue paying to keep an empty house. Maybe I should rent it out or sell it. After all, I may even stay there longer than five months. They did mention that there was a lot of work and a possibility of an extension, or even an offer to be permanent.
So started my packing. And selling stuff. And showing the house. And fixing the house. In two weeks.
It seemed so sudden, and it was. My friends say I'm brave. I feel as if I am crazy sometimes. And I suppose I am brave, too.
It was also good to think about stuff this way. Maybe when my house got broken into last June, it was a way of God getting me mentally prepared to more easily get rid of my stuff. I think it helped.
It's good to have a job. I want to pay bills. I liked my house. But do I really need such a big house? I had always joked that I wanted to travel, live out of a travel trailer maybe, and work whereever I wanted to.
Well I guess this is it, an answer to my prayers after all.
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