It started with a death — my summer class schedule utterly obliterated. I don’t know if I simply chose badly or the college wasn’t meeting enrollment expectations or what, but I felt devastated. That meant I would go from mid-May to late-September with no paycheck.
My mind went reeling – moving, living with my parents, how would I feed my kids? Thankfully, I have a God who provides and who answers prayer. Thankfully, I have friends and family who join with me in that prayer (and probably no one prayed harder than my mom, who did not have room for us in her house 😉 )I posted about my plight on Twitter and got an email response about a part-time job.
That lead to a phone call with the preschool director at church, which led to an interview, which led to a job. Is my God amazing, or what? Then, I happened to check my college email (not a regular occurence) and saw that a local paralegal school was looking for instructors.
Yesterday, I interviewed for that. I didn’t even open my mouth, and in the first 10 minutes, the President of the college told me how impressed he was with me and what an asset I would be to their program. He’s setting up a course for me to teach in August. He told me he’d already hired one Speech professor, but thought I would be a good choice for the online class.
So, in a matter of days, I’ve gone from desolate to jubilant. In a period of a week, I’ve progressed from scorched fields, through green shoots, to harvest. God’s timing is perfect timing and I’ve learned that I appreciate that timing so much more when I have to look failure and destruction in the face.
The LORD will indeed give what is good, and our land will yield its harvest – Psalm 85:12
I’ve often said God has to whap me upside the head to get my attention, that’s with any lesson, because I’m that thick. I get it, now, God, I do — and I’m marking it down– This is my harvest. Now is my time and I’m doing it through your mercy and grace alone.
Tell me your story of perfect “God timing.”