One Month

One month ago today, I went to work on a Friday morning, a morning that I thought would be just like any other Friday morning. Little did I know what was about to be in store for me.

I got to work, unlocked the doors, turned all of the lights on, made a "welcome" sign for our client coming in that morning, checked for voice mails, checked my email and was ready for the day. The day that never came. Shortly after completing all of this, my boss sat down by my desk for one of his little chats. Next thing I know I am headed out the door with all of my personal belongings, jobless. Humiliated.

That's still hard to even type, much less say out loud, which is why most of you (close friends and family included) are hearing about this for the first time.

Part of my former boss' job is to help people find the one thing they are great at and love to do, their "sweet spot," if you will. That one thing that can separate them from others in their same profession/situation. Well, that day my boss got real with me. He knew I was not happy behind that desk all day filling out insurance applications and he was right. (Who would be?) But, insurance is all I know. It's what my degree is in. It's what I have seven years of experience in. I thought I was stuck with it for life... until one month ago, today.

The night before, I prayed a very specific prayer. I prayed that something would give. I prayed for a new job and for some direction as to where to focus my job searches bc I knew this was not what I was meant to do with my life. I wanted something I could be involved in, something I could be passionate about. I realized that God answers prayers and He answers them rather quickly, whether we are ready or not. Not even ten hours later, I was without a job. My boss realized the same things about me that I realized about myself. He knew I was not in my "sweet spot" there. He knew it wasn't where I was meant to be.

Yes, I was angry at him. But was it the push I needed? And the opportunity I had been looking for to finally HAVE to find something that I actually enjoy? Absolutely. But jobs these days don't come easy, especially when you're starting from scratch. And even though I have FULL faith that God has something fantastic in store for me, prayers aren't always answered over night.

Here I am, one month later and still without a job, but happier than I've been in years. Money is tight and I pray constantly for patience for God's plan to unfold, but I have learned a lot about myself these last few weeks and my relationship with God has grown exponentially.

I have good days. I have bad days. I have times when I try and feel sorry for myself because I don't understand why I am the only one who doesn't have that one special talent that they are getting to take advantage of daily. Why I'm the only one who doesn't seem to have it all figured out? Then I remember that God is in control of my situation. He is the one who put this whole grand plan in motion just hours after I told Him how unhappy I was. What more could I ask for?