Hallelujah is the highest praise - Tia
I sometimes can't remember what I post on here sometimes. So here's a brief recap. I moved to Atlanta at the beginning of August, happy as pie to be out of LA. I took a job at a preschool (and I use that word loosely) because I was convinced by the director that it was a top-notch accredited pro-education school. I later came to find out that it is a glorified pee-pee daycare. And the money is pathetic. (which is a travesty because we spend more waking hours with some of these kids than their parents do. I have never understood why childcare providers and teachers make so little money. ) And despite working two jobs, which amounted to working seven days a week, I am still (but soon won't be) a special kind of broke. But I am relieved as all get out, scratch that, I am happier than I've ever been to be in a city where women outnumber men something like 7 to 1 and a HUGE percentage of the male population is gay. That is (insert sarcasm here) the BEST for a single girl looking for a boyfriend. I don't know why but I love Atlanta, despite the fact that I started sneezing on Saturday and have yet to stop because allergy season is in FULL EFFECT. Despite the fact that I know more gay men than straight. Despite the fact that I'm broke as a joke right now. I really love this city.
So anyway, while I love the place that I'm in I couldn't overlook the fact that my money situation was fastly approaching dire. (I had to look up the word fastly. Blogger spell checked it but I KNEW it was a real word.) But there was nothing I could do about it other than pray and look for another job. During my quiet time the other morning, I stumbled across the story of Abraham and it really shed some light on the situation.
Abraham acknowledged his situation. He was decrepit and his wife was barren. But he didn't let his situation define him. And he considered the one who had promised him a son (God, for those trying to keep up) to be faithful.(Hebrews 11:11) I realized that I had to acknowledge that I needed a better job and be active about finding another one, but as the same time I had to realize that God is faithful to his word and that when he said that he would supply all of my needs, he meant it. I knew that I was going to get a better job and I knew that I was going to get it soon.
Two hours ago, I got a job offer making almost 3 1/2 times more than I'm making at the preschool...daycare. Oh, and it gets better. I get to work from home. That's right, I get to get out of bed and then walk to my desk. Say it with me now...no commute. The new company is hooking me up with a home office, computer and a blackberry. (The blackberry scares me. That means they can always get me. )
God is so good.
I know this is wrong, but I am going to relish giving notice tomorrow. You know what, no I'm not. God does not like ugly. So y'all pray that I have humility. I feel like I kinda got tricked into working for this busted school but that's still no reason to dance in and throw my letter of resignation in the office in the shape of a paper airplane.