On Saturday, I informed my boss that this would be my last month with the company. It's something that Mike and I have been discussing for quite some time but kept finding a "good" reason not to follow through. Even before Mikey was born (and before I was pregnant with him), I knew that I wanted to be home with my children, even if it was just until they were all in school. When we found out I was pregnant with Mikey, we decided to hold off - why wouldn't I want to get paid for 12 weeks maternity?
The original plan was to come back, get the branch through the holidays (which is always a stressful time in the banking industry) and then leave January 1.
Then we got a house and that changed. The plan then became to leave March 1 based on the assumption that we would be moved in and settled at the new place, know what our living expenses looked like. 5 months after purchasing the new house, we're still not moved in. The cost of remodeling our house went through the roof. Certainly not the time to quit. In fact, it seemed like a good time to ask for a promotion. So I did. And I hadn't heard anything. And hadn't heard. And hadn't heard.
Then, I heard something - or rather, Mike did. It was God, clearly telling him that this was NOT the path we were supposed to be on. We were no longer relying on him but trying to repair the situation ourselves. We always try to seek and follow God's will for our lives which, if you've ever sought that for yourselves you know, is not the easiest thing to discern. However, not trusting in God is never His will.
On Wednesday, Mike told me that he thought I should quit my job, that it's been weighing heavily on him, did I feel the same? Of course I had. Of course. We just had to figure out when my last day would be. Thursday morning, clear as day, He spoke - April 1. Give my boss a month to figure out what would be done (fill my position? fill another position that I often covered?) but still not prolong the inevitable, the necessary.
Saturday afternoon, after hemming and hawing and procrastinating, I pulled my boss into her office and told her. I choked up explaining that I needed to be home, that it was not to be seen as anything negative against her. And that's the truth.
I don't know what exactly God has in store for us, but I have a great peace knowing that I'm following His will. Not for a moment have I doubted that this is the decision for us. I know things are going to be tighter financially, but the positives greatly outweigh the negatives. And God will provide.
