On August 29, 2007, I promised God that when He delivered us from our trial, I would tell the world. Today I’m keeping that promise.
Many of you know the situation I’m talking about. My husband lost not only his job but his career on that day and like millions of other Americans, we were thrust into the Great Recession, in fear of our survival.
For four long years, we prayed, hoped and waited, watched our savings dwindle, laid awake nights in worry and anger and kept each other alive with the promise that we would make it through this together.
I faced more fears in these past years than I have in my entire life. I’ve lost friends, family and our faith took a huge beating. But I didn’t stop praying to God who I knew held our fate in His hands.
Finally, this July, I told my husband I thought we needed to move to Texas because I’d read that jobs prevailed there. On July 4th, the man who had dug his heels into Florida for the last ten years told me he was ready to leave all this behind.
Days later the first phone call interview came—the first call in over two years.
I think maybe God was waiting for us to follow.
Last week, after almost a month of more waiting, my husband was flown to Austin for a face-to-face interview and a job offer in his field. To begin four years to the day he lost his job.
Our journey isn’t over. We still have a hard road ahead of us, faced with selling a home in a horrible market, moving to a strange city alone and starting life over. But God has given me the one answer to prayer I begged Him so long to give me: direction.
He opened the doors wide—the only doors— giving us no other choice—but to move to Texas. If we stay here in Florida, working PT jobs, sucking our remaining savings, we would have to lose our home to survive.
Our faith has been tested severely. Thank goodness God understands. Thank goodness He is faithful in His own timing, not ours.
So there’s my story. I’m sorry my news isn’t about an agent or a book deal, but I think it’s something better. It’s about hope.