One might gather from the title “The End” that there may be a beginning and a middle. Well one would be smart. In the case of this story, its far more appropriate to tell “The End” first. And if I don’t some people may kill me :). Not you of course Mitch. Oh Mr. Blog has a name. His Aunt Micki named him Mitch. And let me go ahead and clarify that “The End” is only referring to the end of this story and a season, not my life. I know you are so relieved about that. Mitch would miss me.
Ok so the end is… I have a job! A real, grown up, adult job! I briefly mentioned before (see “Bodies are funny.” post) how I found the job. Synopsis: Many many may job applications and resumes sent, no call backs, job posted an hour, sent resume, 2 hours later a call to interview the next day, had to bring degree, didn’t know where it was, first box I opened on top, transcripts, act of God I got those too, interview was amazing, they said I’d hear by this coming Friday, which would have been a week and a day from my interview. And keep in mind, this is just a summary of the end. The middle involves lots of craziness and trials mixed with a whole lot of God provision that all lead to this end.
From the time they called me back something just felt different. Something inside me felt different. I felt different. I believed God’s small voice through Himself and others that had been constantly telling me, “There is a reason, I have something for you, trust Me.” The more I thought about the job before and after the interview the more I got excited and just knew it had to be it. I’d venture to say 100 people were praying. I was constantly begging God. Not just begging for the job, which I did a little of, not ashamed. But begging that He’d keep reminding me that He had a plan for my life and I hadn’t messed it up.
The company is called Quality Support Coordination, Inc. It’s the Covington branch, about 20 minutes or so from my house. They are a social services agency that provides “quality support” for people with disabilities enabling them to live in their communities instead of facilities. They don’t provide the services but connect their clients with people who do. My degree is in Social Work. It seemed a perfect fit. Everyone at church, probably at least 20 people, told me on Sunday that I was going to get the job on Monday, they were going to call me. And..
THEY DID!! At 3:51 p.m. they called to offer me the job! My title is Case Manager/Support Coordinator. I will be in training at first, but after training will have 35 clients. Full time, Monday – Friday 8:30 – 4:30. An hour for lunch. I will be on a 3 month probation period, but I am confident this is what God has for me and that He in every way provided this job and it will work out. Every puzzle piece (which you will hear more of in the beginning and middle) lead to this. Even the parts not a part of this particular story, like my education for instance! I’m actually using the quality (and expensive) Mississippi College education that I got! I am a social worker!
We call our clients on a monthly basis, but usually it will end up being more, as there is always problems working with government and social service agencies. We visit them once a quarter. Mileage is reimbursed. Paid holidays, 60 % paid insurance, paid life insurance, 8 hours a month of paid personal time, 4 hours a month of paid sick time, annual evaluations. The dress is casual! They all had on jeans and cute shirts. I’ll be making almost twice as much as I would have been making with the Nanny job that lead me to move to Slidell and fell through. I am in total and utter shock! 100 and a thousand percent of the glory goes to God (yes I know that isn’t a real number). I believed, my fellow brothers and sisters believed. God knew. He mapped out every step. Every trial and tear.
So there you have it. The end. The end of a very long, painful, sometimes dark season. He didn’t leave me. He wouldn’t let me leave Him. And it was worth it all. And I haven’t even started the job yet. But to see God provide, it is already worth it all. Thank you for your prayers.
Stay tuned for the middle and beginning in no particular or decided order.