blanket fort.

Typically, I let Cameron plan date nights or we collectively decide to have a night of nothingness. This week, I was craving a cozy night at home to lounge, cuddle and just be together.  The gears started turning in my head to come up with a way to keep it a low key night but to make it special so it didn't feel like just any old night. What did I come up with? A blanket fort.

I arranged to work through lunch so I could leave an hour early. This way, I had more time to discover the inner architect from my childhood before Cam came home from work. Let me just say, building blanket forts was a ton easier in my youth. Now... not so much....I literally sat and drew out blue prints of how my tent would look and how I would manage to keep it from toppling over. Luckily for me, my blanket fort building skills prevailed so I was spared any embarrassment.

Imagine Cameron's surprise when he came home from work to find our living room furniture in shambles and this fort in the spot where the love sofa typically resides. He loved it....and so did Logan, the fur child. After doing our reading and sipping on a beer, we snuggled up & camped out all.night.long.....

{.....we may or may not be camping out in our tent again tonight. it was just that great!}

{Our dog is unpredictable}

next chapter.

Sometimes I catch myself praying for guidance and then when the answer is revealed, I fight with God over it as if I know more than he.  How silly of me?  I know he is the creator, I know he does not lead his sheep astray, I know that he knew me before I was even born.  This is heavy on my heart today as I turn the page to the next chapter of life.

Backstory:
I had just reached a place of contentment with my work environment. I quit seeking other job opportunities and I was basking in the truth that the Lord had bigger plans for me just where I was. I finally reached this point {after about 6 months} and then what do ya know...curve ball.  I got a call from a company I had submitted my resume to months beforehand offering me an interview for a job that I knew nothing about and never applied for.  In my mind I made up that if they couldn't do an interview that Wednesday since I was already off work, then I wouldn't interview. "How does Wednesday afternoon sound?" said the manager.  Alright, Lord, fine....I'll interview.

Since I was unaware of the job duties, how was I possibly going to prepare for potential interview questions? How was I going to decipher if I was even supposed to explore the idea of a new job? Prayer. Lots and lots of prayer. Both by myself and with my husband. We prayed faithfully that God would close the door if I was supposed to stay where I was and for him to continue to give me a heart of contentment at my current employer should that be the case.

Two interviews, background check, drug test, and seven other candidates later....I got an offer for the position.

Present:
As today marks the day that I'll officially accept the offer and let my boss know of the change in jobs, I find myself mentally struggling with "But what-if I'm not done sharing the gospel here?" or "I'm letting everyone down--will they be hurt?". I feel down right guilty for abandoning  my co-workers. This all translates to, "look, God, I'm glad you were there for me and guided me, but I think you made a mistake. I'm not sure my work is done, yet." WRONG. It's so easy to trust and ask for wisdom when the future is unclear, but when you ask...you better accept the answer in which is given. {major struggle for me}

I can only hope that I have planted some seeds in the non-believers at my work and that the Holy Spirit will sow those seeds. If nothing else, I pray that I have lived out the Christian life as depicted in the Bible to the best of my abilities so that those around me could see the fruits of the spirit. I have been blessed to work where I'm at and to grow as I seek to do God's will and advance his kingdom. BUT I have also been blessed to receive such a wonderful, new job opportunity and trust in the Lord that this is the right choice.