I think I need to wake up every morning and tell myself (possibly even out loud) that God is in charge. It is HIS day and HE will make of it/me as He will.
I forget it.
I get SO caught-up in the cleaning, the phone calls, the children, the food, the end of year activities… it’s just overwhelming and while in the grind you think you need to do ALL of it.
But I’m just the leg man.
And today a door finally opened for me. I’ve wanted to work at one hospital this while time, it’s larger and does a lot of higher risk deliveries. I like that. I like being busy and happy. Today I finally talked to a recruiter. I teared-up on the phone. It was pretty big news for me. I’ve had zero luck for days and days.
Today I also made the early morning decision that I needed to go to AZ. Honestly, I have no idea what a 2000 square foot house feels like. Is it more than we need, is it less? And I think making the decision (with God’s help) that I needed to go, helped open the door.
The lady on the phone said they had over 100 applicants for the job I’m applying for. Most aren’t qualified — but seriously. Wow. I had no idea.
So, today I am learning that I need to perhaps even oralize (is that a word) my mantra that God is in charge. I need to say it daily, hourly… sometimes every minute. There’s a good chance our house is going to go under contract in the next couple of days so we need to make sure that our ducks are going in the right row. I want someone that fits this neighborhood well as we’ve come to love our neighbors as well.
And life goes on. The beat goes on. The TV is on. And God is in charge.