One Day At A Time

Today as I drove home from work I was talking to Brad and after we said I love you he said, Pray for me. I said why? He said pray that I can do the best job I can do and that I can keep my job for another day.
Seems slightly dramatic if you don't know us. But for the last year Brad has struggled with some disciplinary actions taken against him. He is a 911 call receiver, a job that demands precision and perfection. There is very little room for error. The worst part is that Brad loves his job!
A year ago when I was laid off from my job, I was devastated. I loved the job and had a couple really great friends there. On top of that I knew that we would not be able to survive with out my income. I remember walking out to the car where Brad was waiting for me. I was carrying a box full of my things and tears were streaming from my eyes. Just days before this I had told him that I was nervous that this could happen. He had assured me, this was the place God had so obviously placed me at when we knew that we needed a second income. We felt secure that this was it, the answer to our prayers. But, alas the minute he saw me come out the front doors he knew he had been wrong.
We were wrong about more than just the job. When God answers prayers it isn't always forever. I never dreamed of what God would do with that job I had prayed so hard for. I never prayed for what was to come. But God knew the desires of my heart and one day at a time he worked a miracle for me. I was so lost those first few weeks. The first night I was a wreck, I stayed with my mother in law and sought comfort in a bottle of white zinfadel (uck). It didn't get much better than that for a while. Then the threads of a beautiful tapestry became visible right in front of our eyes. I remember sitting on our living room floor looking at a community college brochure and asking Brad if I could go back to school to become a Medical Assistant (something that had long ago struck my fancy) he looked at me like I was crazy and said "really Katie, you don't have a job how would that even be possible." But the urge to actually try and do something that really interested me grew and grew. With the downturn in the economy there was nearly no responses to my thousands of resume postings. But what did I see every day on those websites, jobs for MA's, RN's and the like. I finally got the courage to call a counselor from Pima Medical Institute and set up a meeting to find out about the cost and the time line. When I came home and gave Brad the details he said YES. God had done a work on his heart, he didn't even question what I was about to do. God cleared our schedule, provided income and financing to be able to accomplish this amazing dream. Day by day I have realized that when I was hired at my last job, God had so much more in mind for me. I love working in a clinic where I get to see patients who need a smile and a friendly face. Some of them are homeless or worse and when we accept them into our rooms and offer them help for their ailments they are so appreciative.
I am by far more appreciative for the lesson God has taught me about living one day at a time. Who knows what else he has in store for me and our family.
That is where Brad comes in to this little story. Four days a week he goes to work knowing quite possibly this could be his last. This is not easy and there have been days we have cried and wanted to fight for what we want him to have at this job but we know that is not for us to decide. We have absolutely no idea what we would do or how we would make it. But we know that our Lord's plans are more important than our comfort. So Brad has taught me even more about taking it one day at a time! He sets his pride aside walks in and does the best he can. Our prayer is of course that his best is good enough but our FAITH is in the fact that HIS best is always GOOD ENOUGH!