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My husband has been a teacher for 17 years. He has worked at several schools throughout central Florida, then two schools since we’ve been here in Tennessee. We thought moving states might prove that it’s just teaching in Florida that drove him nuts… but apparently it’s just the nature of the job, the kids, the leadership, and his own personality that aren’t clicking anymore. Sounds like this is becoming a widespread trend among teachers, but I digress.

At the end of this year, my husband plans to leave teaching. For good. Last fall, he began writing resumes and cover letters for teachers on Fiverr, the find-a-freelancer website, and started making some decent side-job money from that endeavor. But then, he dipped his toe in the water of ghostwriting books, and the current has rightly swept him away.

Y’all, when I hear him on a call with a prospective ghostwriting client, my heart does backflips. As he talks through this person’s story with them and tells them how he can gather their information and format it for others to read while also counseling and helping them (with the disclaimer that he’s not a “real” counselor), I see every gear God has built into this man click into place and whirr with perfect precision. It’s beautiful and has literally brought tears to my eyes.

This is the part where our lives change forever.

Once school ends in two weeks, we have the summer covered financially. And then it’s in God’s hands. And as of this moment, I’m 30% terrified and 70% excited to see how God can provide without a salaried, “stable” job income.

But I see that God has been orchestrating so many things so perfectly to lead us to this moment. I’ve seen Noah’s heart and habits changed. I’ve seen my idol of financial “stability” called out and challenged. And God has grown in me a spirit of adventure for this kind of upheaval since I first drove away to college *cough cough* years ago.

Gratefully, I felt led to take lunch to a sweet friend from my small group today. While her husband built Lego machines on the floor with my son, she spoke of a time when they went through a similar nail-biting season and how truly sweet it became to fully rely on God for their everyday provision. It was so sweet that even when she was presented with an opportunity to take a salaried position, she hesitated to take it and leave that season of utter dependence on the Lord. As she said, God calls us to be at His work, which doesn’t always require that we are paid for that work. But He also tells us He will provide, so that’s what we’re banking on. Even if His provision doesn’t look the way we think it should, I’m certain it will still be there.

With this transition also comes new freedom. Having Noah work from home means I have more opportunities for the ways I use my time, and all day, I’ve been reeling at what all I could do. Should I just do more art? Should I volunteer? Should I get a part-time job? To be honest, I already sent an application to volunteer at the local Ronald McDonald House while I was on the phone with my mom earlier (Shhh. Don’t tell her. …Wait, she already knows. NM). Since I was a kid, I’ve dreamed of drawing pictures for children and their families as they struggle through hospitalization, so maybe at least part of that dream gets to be realized now…?

I don’t know. I don’t know what God has in store for us.

And that’s okay.

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Sincerely,