Leap of Faith

*Are you ready for this? It’s a long one.*


These past few weeks have been crazy. The only way to adequately describe them is a rollercoaster – of hope and then uncertainty and then reassurance that everything will work out and then fear that it won’t. But I think it’s safe to say we’ve successfully navigated through a big crossroads in our short little married life, and we feel pretty good about how we’ve come out on the other side.

Here’s the story. It’s kind of confusing, so I’ll try my best to keep it simple.

It all started about 3 weeks ago with the notice that we needed to move out of our apartment. I mentioned this earlier, so I won’t go into it again other than to say we were seriously panicked. And then, literally days later, Kevin got called back for a second interview for a human resources job in Clearfield. We were excited and hardly dared hope that an offer might come of it and it could be an answer to our looming homeless situation in a month.

Well, an offer did come of it, but it wasn’t exactly what we had hoped. The salary they were offering him was low. Really low. As in, we literally wouldn’t be able to live on it – even if we were living as frugal as is humanly possible – without one of us finding a second job (which presented all kinds of challenges in a new town with which neither of us was at all familiar, plus the issue of a new baby coming and having to pay for a babysitter for two kids). There were also a few other smaller details about the job that we just weren’t 100% comfortable with.

At almost the same time the job offer came from the Clearfield job, Kevin suddenly got pulled aside at his current job and was told that there might be a good possibility for a major advancement there. It looked like a good opportunity for a lot of reasons. The only problem was that they weren’t planning on starting the interviews for it until after our deadline to tell the Clearfield job yes or no.

This is where the leap of faith comes in.

After lots (and lots and lots) of praying and late-night discussions and number crunching and examining every possible solution, we felt compelled to turn down the Clearfield job and hope and pray like our life depended on it that something would come of the promotion at Kevin’s current job.

I have just one word for those few days between turning down the one offer and hoping for the second one. Terrifying.

I mean, logically, we’re a little crazy. We haven’t had a single lead on a job in 4 months. And now Kevin gets a perfectly viable HR job offer, and we say no? So he can maybe get a promotion?

Crazy, I’m telling ya. But guess what? Obvious fact: Heavenly Father actually does know the whole picture (wow! amazing!). And when Kevin and I both got the feeling that things would work out if we turned down the Clearfield job, it wasn’t for nothing.

Kevin found out yesterday that he got the promotion. He officially has a job. A good job. A long-term job.

And here’s why we’re happy about it:

No more night shifts. Ever!

Kevin works with really cool people and gets to manage.

We get to stay in Cache Valley for a long time. We love our Cache Valley.

Along with that, I get to keep my OB-GYN doctor here. Sounds silly, but I have the best doctor ever. Love him (in a thanks-for-delivering-my-baby kind of way...)

We still have to move, of course, but we’re literally moving a block away. (Yes, we’re now one of those slightly odd people who do that.) There are a lot of reasons for this – mostly so we can save to buy a house in a year - but the best is that we get to stay in our ward for a while longer.

The pay is good.

So good, in fact, that I DON’T HAVE TO WORK ANYMORE! That’s right; it’s officially stay-at-home mommyness for me starting next week. I can’t even begin to tell you how excited I am!

All I can say, is it’s amazing what a little faith and a whole lot of trust can do.

Sadie in her Easter dress. Has nothing to do with the post. But still cute!