Do You Believe in Miracles?
Do you believe in miracles?
Sometimes people call them “coincidences” or “right place, right time” or “luck”. I believe in miracles because I’ve been lucky enough to see them from time to time. The stories are personal, goosebump-inducing, and amazing.
Here’s the latest one:
My husband started a new job last week. It was a hard decision to leave his old job; he had been there for 17 years. I still remember when he first got the job – we were ecstatic! He had to commute quite a lot during that first year but he learned much from his many seasoned coworkers. There were so many memories, so much learning, and amazing relationships built. The company treated him well and supported our family.
But things were changing. Honestly it was making him a little nervous, plus I think he was ready for something different. But how could he even think of abandoning a company and coworkers that had become so dear to him? Was fear of the unknown enough of a catalyst to move forward?
We had SO many conversations about it. And after a few weeks of indecision, pros and cons, and worry, he bittersweetly decided to make the change.
The new job is pretty cool. He has a lot of new things to learn, laid back coworkers, less stress, and a purpose. He gets to work with people, unhurried. He’s working toward a goal that he can actually see and measure, and it benefits not only him but the people around him. It’s only been a week but it’s already clear this was the right decision, just by watching him.
Yesterday, after 6 days on his new job, he got a call from one of his old coworkers. He told my husband that they were choosing three people in their unit to undergo some drastic changes to their job. These new directives would change the core of the job, would be so adversely different that it would hardly resemble the old position. This job of driving sometimes 300 miles a day would now be a work from home position, no company car, no driving (which he loved), no human contact other than phone calls. SO DIFFERENT than what it was.
Had my husband stayed, he would’ve been one of the three people chosen for this overhaul.
And he would’ve withered and died.
Working from home, me as his only face-to-face contact, sitting at the table or a repurposed desk, no driving to different places, no new faces, no one to use his charisma and work ethic on . . . just him, alone.
Oh, he would’ve rallied. We would’ve said “Oh, it’s so great you still have a job.” And we would’ve been right. But over time, I know the silence and the stillness would’ve gotten to him.
The miracle is in the fact that he approached by his new boss mere weeks before this went down. The miracle is that he decided to make a change on faith even when it was scary. The miracle is that his new job is a perfect fit. The miracle is that after 17 years with his old job, he got out in time.
When he told me, I got goosebumps. The way God designed this is beyond human comprehension.
I’m grateful, happy, thankful, and bursting with joy knowing we made the right decision at the right time. I know our moms pray for us daily and I know God hears our prayers too.
As for me, I’ll keep doing what I love: helping people with their wellness goals, sharing the importance of natural ingredients, loving on immune systems, and so much more. My husband had a tough decision last month. I had a tough decision two years ago. And so far, we have nothing but gratefulness for the circumstances, God’s plan, and the faith that got us here.
Be well, everyone. Keep praying, keep your chin up, and know that things happen when they’re supposed to.