I got a taste of my dream job in the city, and I
didn’t have to relocate to New York City (like I thought I would) for it to
happen. I always imagined and considered relocation, should a great career
opportunity arise, but I think the Lord wants me to stay put…for now, anyways.
I believe there are different things He wants to do in my life where I’m at,
before He launches me out elsewhere, and if that’s what He wants, I’m willing
to be obedient. The dream job fit great with my English degree and to my
surprise, I was sought after for the opportunity. I had the chance to sit down
with a kind and friendly professional, who took a liking to my writing, while
offering constructive criticism, and feedback I’ll never forget. I’m keeping a
lot of the details to myself, but what I will share about the meeting is that
everything I saw from the setting, to the friendly and diverse professionals,
to the office view, felt like a flashback of what I’d seen in New York City during
a past visit. I felt like I was right where I belonged, and it was incredible. Before I took this meeting,
I thought about all the different times I’ve been rejected, had my writing
ideas turned down, and heard things from different people like, “English majors
don’t get jobs…” and I thought, “Shame on them…” Did I mention that prior to
this meeting; handfuls of different opportunities have consistently been coming
my way? This is only the beginning…
About a year ago, I had a dream my dad wanted to talk to our family about something serious. I wasn’t sure what he wanted to discuss, but I knew it was something I needed to prepare myself for. Around the time after I had this dream, I remember stopping by my parents place and sensing something was going on that they weren’t telling me. I tried to dismiss what I’d been feeling, but I couldn’t shake it. Something serious was happening. As I returned to my home after visiting them one day, I was in my kitchen washing dishes when a heaviness hit my heart like nothing I’d ever felt before. Something’s wrong with dad. That’s what that dream was about. God, what’s going on? As I continued washing dishes, I started crying and praying. Then in mid-spring, my dad held an unexpected family meeting that would change all our lives forever. He hesitated at first, and as his voice started cracking and he started crying, he said, “Well, I wanted to talk to ya’ll to tell you that I have kidney disea...