There is a great test going on here right now; my husband and I are going to need a lot of support.
My job is officially ending on Dec. 29th. I got word yesterday. Now, I’ve known about it for a while but I really didn’t address it because I hoped that somehow the company would come to their senses and realize that letting go 40% of the workforce at the end of the year was not a good idea. So much for that idea.
I’ve been looking…but not seriously…for another job. Now I need to really look. But there is another story here as well. We are hopefully going to be fostering a new born…an early born. Through our extended church family, we learned of a pregnant birth mother who’s older children are in foster care already. The state would like the siblings to have contact but the other foster family just can’t take on a newborn. Enter us into the picture. We are ready and willing. Enter the challange: the baby was born 13 weeks early. He weighed under 2 lbs at birth. We don’t know if there will be any other issues. We do know that if he survives, he will be placed with us.
How, then, do I look for a job knowing that this little tiny guy will be coming here and needing more than just a few hours a day of my time?
I’m trusting that God has his hand on all of this and that he will work it out for us. I’m trusting that the money we need will be found. I’m trusting that…..well…I’m trusting.