I don’t know if I mentioned on my blog that I quit my job working as a special needs T.A. I loved that job, and it was a hard decision to make. At the time, I felt good about it and thought it was the right thing to do. There were a multitude of reasons why I decided to do it – I had just had a seizure, I wouldn’t be able to drive to work, the kids were going to be on a different schedule then me, and I was worried because my brain was forgetting things, and I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to remember the 7th-9th grade concepts that I would need to teach the kids when school started again.
Over the last couple of weeks, and not having any kind of income besides child support and alimony, I was really getting scared, and second guessing myself on whether I had made the right decision. Why had I felt like I was supposed to quit? Was that just a really dumb thing for me to do? I didn’t have any kind of back up plan.
I started looking at other work options, but nothing was feeling good and I was really starting to feel stressed.
On Sunday, a sister at my church mentioned that there were some available job openings at the school where my children attended. The school is within walking distance of my house. The open position was also working on the same track as my kids. I applied and got the job. It’s basically the same exact position that I had before (that I loved), working with special needs kids, but it’s working at the same times my kids are at school. I’ll be able to walk there, and at an elementary level that my brain should be able to handle easier. I’m also excited for new opportunities there and even a slightly higher increase in my pay.
Basically, it’s a better job for me in every possible way.
God knew what I needed. I was definitely supposed to quit my other job so that I could get this one. I’ve been praying so hard that God would help me, why shouldn’t I trust Him that He had something all planned out like this?
Next time, I have the inspiration to do something and things get a little scary…. Hopefully, I’ll keep trusting. There’s some other areas in my life like that that I’m having to remember this for. Maybe, like for this job, it’s a matter of timing. If things like this can be so much better than I would have imagined, it seems like the best thing I could do is just keep trusting Him. Maybe things will be better than I can imagine.
