I’ve known for years that I need to be fairly specific when I pray. I learned that the hard way when I prayed for patience with my kids and God’s answer was, “OK. Homeschool.” I’m still homeschooling, and the forseeable end date is sometime in the next five years, but I don’t know when.
Anyway, employment has been a hot topic here. We’ve been waiting six long months to find out whether Eric’s contract will be renewed. The foreseeable date for that is sometime in the next five years, too, but it will be dragged out in 30-60 day extensions. It’s good to know we still have the paycheck, but not so good for making plans that might require travel reservations of any form. I thought I’d been very specific about praying for resolution to the contract saga, but there must have been a night when I just prayed for a job.
I had another part time job fall into my lap Sunday. Literally. At church, too. One of the guys in the choir works with a store that sells dried fruits and nuts; it’s like a health nut candy store. They’ve only been open about six months, and they needed a reliable person to mind the store while they’re out making deliveries to other stores/beauty salons/doctors’ offices, etc. I dropped in on my way home from church and, after talking with the owner for half an hour or so, was asked when I could start.
I went in for orientation yesterday, which consisted of a guided tour and an opportunity to ask questions before being left on my own until their other employee came in. I decided to do a little re-stocking, and that’s when it dawned on me: I may not have had my last Christmas in retail after all.
Oh well. It gets us out of debt faster.