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Topic: Jump In With Both Feet (11/28/19)
- TITLE: But God...
By Corinne Smelker
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“I got the job,” I said as I walked into the living room. My husband looked up from the floor where he was playing with a couple of the kids.
“That’s great! Congratulations!”
The look on my face must have said it all. “It’s not good?”
I scanned the living room and saw the interest of our 13-year old was piqued. “Let’s talk in the kitchen.”
It was the summer of 2003; almost two years after the travesty of 9/11, and three years after the Firestone controversy that nearly brought Ford, the auto company my husband worked for, to its knees. He took a buy-out in 2002, but the money was fast running out, and jobs were thin on the ground. We decided, with my degree, it might be easier for me to look for a position.
“Well, here’s the thing…” I laid out the pro and cons of the position I had just been offered.
Pro – I would be paid.
Cons –Ford might not have paid the best salaries but their benefits were amazing. With this new position, although the salary was more than he had made, we had to pay into the benefits. Also, the job was on the other side of the city, once we took into account gas and time, we would make our bills, but not much more.
I could tell he was disappointed, even a little angry.
“What do we do?” he asked. “I took the buy-out in faith. We both believe the Lord told me to leave Ford, but here we are, me with no job prospects, and you with a decent one that you’re thinking of turning down? I don’t understand why this is happening?”
After long discussions, and against all common sense, I turned down the position.
We decided to put our house on the market and move to Florida. I hated the cold anyway, and graphics jobs were plentiful in Tampa. We spent a few weeks getting the house ready and went online to look at houses, schools, and send out resumes.
One day I received a call from an old friend with whom I had recently reconnected. “Can you write a few devotionals for my site?” he asked.
As we chit-chatted I mentioned our plans to move.
“Move here!” he said.
“Ed. You know I love and admire you, but why on earth would we move to Texas?”
“Ps. X just started a church here.”
I put the phone down in a daze. “Honey,” I called. “I think we’re moving to Texas!”
One month later we packed up the “U-Pack” moving pod, a small U-Haul, our extended van with five kids, and a cat, and made the long trek from Michigan to Texas.
We had no money, no job, we had no idea where we would live once we arrived, we had no idea which school our kids would attend. But we had a church.
We arrived on Monday; the following Sunday we attended church for the first time. In that initial week we found a house and got the kids enrolled in school. A month later my husband found an amazing job.
Sixteen years later my husband does not have the same job, we no longer live in that house, drive the same van, or even have the cat, but we still have our church.
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