In the last few days a friend told me about a job offer that she was given. She has an old job that she loves and a new job offered that sounds wonderful too. How do you know what to do in a situation like this?

Over 20 years ago I was in the same dilemma. I had worked at a bank for over 18 years and loved the people there just like they were part of my family. I had just went through the most painful growing process in my Christian walk and I felt like I needed a change of scenery.

One of our twin daughters had been diagnosed with a drop dead heart condition and the medical bills that we had were astronomical. Even though we had insurance the deductibles, co-pays, and amounts not covered had almost buried us. We had survived but the lesson was etched in my conscience and I was so fearful that it was going to happen again.

I felt that if I could get a job at the local hospital that I would not only have insurance there but would have employee discounts or something on medical care for our daughter plus like I said before I was just needing to try something different and new and feel alive once again and my life had become so predictable and everyday.

The only position that the hospital had was a 3rd shift, ER clerk position. I had never worked a third shift job in my life and being the morning person that I am I was not even sure that I could stay awake all night to work a shift like that.

The day that I was called into the hospital for my interview I remember kneeling down in the floor by my chair in the living room here at home and giving myself over to God. I told God that I was going in for that interview that day with a willing heart for whatever He had in store for me. I cried and told Him that I didn’t even know if I could work the 3rd shift but I would not complain if that was His choosing for me and I would do the very best job that I could do.

I was met at the hospital admitting office by a lady that I will describe as follows: I do not remember her name at all but she looked similar to the angel that you would put on the top of your Christmas tree. She was an older lady, very pleasant and fair to look at. She had long blondish white hair and it was flowing softly around her face as framing it. She was almost aglow with an aura about her. I found out later that she had only been employed for a short period and she left the hospital soon after I was employed.

On with the story; I interviewed with her for that 3rd shift position and as the end of the interview was nearing she softly spoke and said, Would you mind if I asked you some personal questions? 

She presided to take me back into an inner part of the office and closed the door. She asked me what was the personal reasons that I was applying for this job. I spoke to her from my heart and was just as honest as if talking to an old friend. She then preceded to tell me that I was over qualified for the position that I was applying for and that she knew of another job that was about to come open that she felt like I was better qualified for. She said it was in the hospital business office and was a Monday through Friday job with no weekend work. The job had not been posted yet but she felt sure that I would be able to get it. My job at the bank where I had been working always involved Saturday work and I had basically worked every Saturday while my kids were growing up except the Saturdays that I happened to be on vacation. Even though the bank closed at noon on Saturday, I was never usually out of there until about 1:30 as I was a bookkeeper and we had to stay until all items were closed out and balanced.

The new job offer involved a cut in pay but just to have the freedom of being off every weekend outweighed the lesser amount of money.

I walked out of the hospital that day praising and thanking God for the love that He had for me and I did land that job and it was the best job that I ever had during my working years!

My friend reads my blogs faithfully and I know that she will be reading this. I hope and pray that she also finds the answer that God has for her and the decision that she makes will be just as beneficial for her family as my decision was for me.

I failed to tell you that I was 39 years old when I changed jobs and it was probably the scariest thing that I had ever done up until that date.

God has always been so faithful to me and most times it is just me needing to pray through to Him just like you would talk to your very best friend.