So, I have a job.

This has been a common sentence lately, interjected in conversations during play dates and dinner dates, and it feels almost question-like as I state it.  "Soooo, I have a job?" - as if my mind still hasn't fully comprehended this fact.  Or maybe it's that I'm questioning whether I can actually call it a job, given that it seems entirely too good to be true.

But yes, it's true.  Mama's got a j-o-b.

I guess it was sometime in late October when I got an e-mail from a friend & former co-worker, informing me of a need for some consultative work with a local charter school.  After exchanging a few e-mails with the director of said school, I went in (entirely over-prepared) to "interview" for the position.  Little did I know that my contract would be laid out, ready for me to sign two minutes after I walked through the door!

Since then, I have been going out to the school to consult with teachers regarding the education of a hearing impaired student.  I make my own schedule, based off of what works best for Ethan, all the while knowing that he's in the hands of one of my dearest friends! He gets play time with one of his best friends, and I get to take back the part of my brain that was slowly being taken over by all things toddler.  It is super flexible, affords me the opportunity to keep "stay-at-home-mom" as my top priority, and all the while helps to pay a few bills.

It is quite the lovely situation, and I say all of this for two reasons.

One - at some point in the future, somebody's going to want to know where I worked during the 2011-2012 school year and, like with everything else I need to remember, I'm going to come here to figure it out.

And, two - the most important reason - at some other point in time, I'm going to need a reminder of just how good our God is.  I'm going to need to remember that time in 2011 when I gave up control of our financial situation and watched Him orchestrate something I could have never put together on my own.  Then, when I get all prideful about what a great job I've done, and how I'm making all this extra money for my family, I'll need a swift kick in the pants to remind me that it's all about God's provision.  Modern day manna, if you will.  And then, when I turn all whiny-Israelite on y'all, you can feel free to point me back to this post. 

I'm not there yet, but I know me and I know it will happen.  Until then, you can find me delighting in this sweet gift of financial peace, typing up IEP notes, and most likely taking a few more naps!

"He humbled you, causing you to hunger and then feeding you with manna, which neither you nor your ancestors had known, to teach you that man does not live on bread alone but on every word that comes from the mouth of the Lord."

-Deuteronomy 8:3