Life was falling apart, husband said he wants a divorce. The very night her husband told her his plan, a member of the family called offering her a job in his business because other family members that worked there got a job and other reasons…and offered her a job. Feeling like it was a meant to be thing, she accepted and moved to their little town to begin the job and a new phase of her life. She thought it would be wonderful, family close by, actually working for them. She needed support and if the truth were known, she needed help. Her son had many health issues from birth and this kind of support would be a dream come true.
It didn’t exactly turn out like that and after a year or so the family member told her he was closing down the business and she would have to get another job but not to worry, he would help her find one. Because he was very well known in the little town, he asked someone who knew someone who knew someone at the local hospital who told him to have her apply for a Medical Transcription job. She laughed out loud. That’s a skilled profession, she had no experience and hadn’t even worked in a doctor’s office. Impossible. Ridiculous. Just trying to get rid of her she thought. But because he pushed, she applied…and got the job.
She remembers sitting at a typewriter bawling, trying not to throw up because she was sure this was absolutely impossible. “My God, what have I gotten myself into”, she kept saying to herself. She couldn’t understand a word the doctor was saying and her very job was to type what he was saying! To make matters worse, the department head told her, “you’ll never make it, I’ll have you gone in 30 days.” She made it very clear she was pressured into hiring her because a board member recommended me (because of the family member) and in a small town, that’s pretty much the way things went. Nobody was happy with that situation, least of all the woman at the job. She didn’t want to be there as much as her boss didn’t want her to be there. A host of crazy things happened but she persevered…
Almost 30 years later, here I am, working at home as a Medical Transcriptionist. That job (that I was thrust into because of circumstances beyond my control; the job I hated at first) has provided for me and my son. Not only that because I work at home, I can work around what Matt needs to do – his work, appointments, and things he enjoys in his personal life. Because he’s site impaired and doesn’t drive, he’s blessed to have a pretty normal and free life. The kind of work I do allowed me to move back home to Kingsport, which was my heart’s desire. I can make a living doing something I absolutely love (even though I hated it in the beginning) for an Australian company that has turned out to be the best, most enjoyable job I’ve ever had.
As I remembered all the details that brought me to this moment, I was brought to tears. The beginning of how I got here was horrible. I almost quit several times and in between then and now, a lot has happened, good and bad but I stuck with it, sometimes because I had to; other times because I wanted to.
The word that immediately comes to mind is PROVISION. See, way back then when I thought my life was falling apart, God had a bigger plan. Even though He was the last thing on my mind at that time, I was foremost in His. When all that happened, I was lost and, if the truth be known, thought there was absolutely no hope for any kind of halfway decent life at all.
Your life may be crashing right before your very eyes. You may think you won’t survive what you’re going through; you may hate what you’re doing and are looking for a way out. Hang on a little bit longer. Trust God and let your faith in Him grow stronger. Do what you can do and trust Him for the rest.
Look back for a minute and see how far you’ve come. Friend, none of it is by accident or happenstance. Like me, one day you’ll look back and see His presence, love and provision for you every inch of the way.
Jeremiah 29:11-13; Isaiah 43:10