New

Today I started my first new job in almost 6 years. At 25, I've only had two jobs since I've been of working age. The first, was at Longhorn, then after I finished my schooling, I was hired on to work at the office where I did my internship. This past Friday, I said goodbye to the "family" I've had for almost 6 years. It was bittersweet. The decision the find a new job wasn't an easy one. It's been something that, as a couple, Donnie and I have prayed about for over a year now. During that time, I had a couple of interviews at various places, that for whatever reason, didn't work out. I took that as a sign that God wanted me to stay put. As disgruntled as I was, I listened. After a while, I finally decided that it was apparent that God wanted me to stay where I was, so I settled in to my position, and decided to "make the best of it." Not to say that where I worked was a bad place, I was just tired. Tired of driving almost 30 minutes both ways to work, tired of being 30 minutes away from my kids, tired of lots of other things as well. But, wanting to be obedient, I listened. Instead of looking for a job, I prayed. "God, if you want me to stay where I am, I will, but if not, open that door of opportunity." And He did. Out of nowhere, a former co-worker called me, and informed me that another person at her job had turned his notice in that day and she had told her office manager about me, and she wanted to me call her. I called her the very next day and set up an interview. After a grueling week of waiting, I got the call that I got the job! I was very excited and very upset at the same time. Not a "bad" upset, more of a "sad" upset. Turning in my notice was one of the hardest things I've had to do. This group of people were there when I got married, had Cannon, Donnie lost his job, and many more trying times. I felt like I was leaving family. I didn't think it would hit me as hard as it did, but Friday as I was packing up my things, I couldn't help but cry. And it wasn't only my coworkers. I have formed a relationship with a lot of my patients. I know all about their lives, and they know mine. I've watched some of those babies grow up. It was very bittersweet. In the end, I know it was meant to be, and things will be better in the long run. I just have to remember that God is in control and put all my faith in Him.