God’s timing is ironic sometimes. Part of the background for yesterday’s life: unmasked post, which I thought might be too much information to share at the time (and might still be tmi, if my boss reads my blog, which I doubt), had to do with some second thoughts that surfaced in recent days concerning a potential new job. The selection process was down to two candidates, and I was struggling with the question of whether the role was really the best fit for me, or if I was just happy to find something local. (The prospect of relocating is replete with challenges — not insurmountable, but significant.)

Well, when I got home yesterday evening, I found a rejection letter in the mail. Inherently, I knew what it was when I saw the envelope, and to be honest, it was an answer to prayer. I feel honored to have been a finalist, but now, I don’t have to fret about my decision anymore. I feel at peace that it wasn’t the best fit for me, after all.

I do have to remind myself that I am blessed to have a job where I’m at, for however long it lasts. The benefits are excellent, and I have been able to support my family on one income for nearly a year and a half. There is much for which to be thankful. God is good, all the time.