DAY SIXTY FOUR: The End is the Beginning

So here is what happened today:

I got up, worked out, and set about making sure our ceiling fan was properly attached.  Then, I did laundry in preparation for my Mom coming down for the 4th, and worked on cleaning the carpets.

But that isn't what you care about, is it?

Kristin called the lady from yesterday back.  She informed her that the SPED position at Henderson she applied for had been filled, but that they kept coming back to Kristin's resume, and thought she had a great interview.  (FYI:  This is the interview she thought she tanked, badly.)  When this new position opened up, Kristin was the first one she thought of.  It would be an Autism teacher at Kemp Elementary in Bryan.  If Kristin was interested, the Special Services lady would call the principal, who would then call Kristin.

A few hours later, the principal called Kristin- from her vacation- and they chatted.  They clicked so well, that the principal said she'd call the Special Services lady who would call HR who would then set up Kristin's paperwork signing.  The call ended with the principal saying she was looking forward to working with Kristin.

And so, it ends.  It ends exactly three months to the day after I was fired.  It ends with Kristin and I getting two jobs we did not apply for.  It ends with us not getting exactly what we originally planned for, but, especially in Kristin's case, getting exactly what we always wanted.  Kristin has always had a heart for students with autism.  Now, she gets to pour herself into them.  And I get to learn how to deal with little, hugging kids.  But I get to do something that matters, something that makes a difference.

We get to devote ourselves to the church we started, we get to share the same basic schedule and vacations as a family.

Through this journey, I've been angry at people and angry at God.  I've sought God, I've pleaded with Him, and now, now I thank Him.  I'm still a little peeved it took this long, but right now that is getting lost in the thankfulness and hope that fills me.  I have no doubt that God helped in this- despite my assertions just a few weeks ago- and perhaps he helped more than I know.

I am also thankful for you- you who prayed, who encouraged, who sent gifts, who listened to my venting and who did things we may never know about that played a role in where we find ourselves today.  Not to get political, but you have proved my point as to why I oppose and resist taking government welfare:  the Church should take care of their own.  Your grace and generosity have left us speechless.  Thank you for demonstrating the love and power of God.

This is the end.

This is the beginning.

Tomorrow is Independence Day.  Our family will celebrate our freedom- and our new hope.  July 5th begins the countdown to the start of the new jobs, and I hope you will join us on that journey as you have on this one.

It should be fun.