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I might jinx myself...

I might jinx myself and I don't want to, so let's go into some funny memories lately first!

At the grocery store:
A very large, intimidating, scary-looking man walks past us, doing his own shopping. He's bald, wearing black and also happens to have earrings. Kaybree watches him walk past.
Kaybree: He is a girl.
Me: What?
Kaybree: He's a girl he has these *tugs on her ears* like you.
I laughed and explained boys can sometimes have earrings too. I'm just glad she waited until he was out of ear shot before she released her fact about him. He may have been offended with the matter-of-fact way she said it.

Yesterday I was taking a shower and both of you girls were being clingy and didn't want to be locked out of the bathroom so you were banging at the door and trying to convince me to open it. Kaybree did her best to think of some reason she HAD to get into the bathroom and came up with:
Kaybree: I need to go potty!
Me: Go in your own!
Eisley: I nee go potty!
Me: Nice try, kid.
She's so funny.

So here's my news I don't want to jinx: I may have a new job. I don't know how long it will take before I know for sure. They're doing background checks and calling my references now. I asked how many people usually make it to this "third round" and I was told typically just one. But I haven't got the official offer yet.

That being said--I'm blown away. I'm so grateful. I'm a little speechless.

I've been searching for a new job for some time. I've seen so many good positions come and go. I've done so many interviews. I've been let down so many times. I've cried so many times, feeling worthless because it has been such a challenge to find something new.

This position I was very unsure about. I know I can do what they want me to do but several weeks ago I attended a group interview with several ladies who were WAY more qualified than I was for a position like this and I've been let down so many times. But I applied anyways because I felt like I needed to. When they emailed me a long questionnaire to fill out before the first interview I was shocked to get a call for the interview. I went and did my best but again I felt like I might not have the experience they wanted.

Then I was shocked to get a call for the second interview. They asked for a presentation. I poured everything into it. I worked so hard! I talked with as many people as I could and got input from everyone. I gave it my best shot. I was exhausted by the end of it. But today I was still shocked to get the call that I was moving to the third phase of hiring.

With every disappointment over these several months of trying I've tried to think of what the lesson was that I was supposed to learn. Am I supposed to stay home and quit working? Am I supposed to stay in Ahwatukee and meet someone else? Am I supposed to use my flexible schedule more wisely and do more volunteer work?

Before my second interview I talked about this with Brendon and he encouraged me to pull out my patriarchal blessing to see what it says about my future career. Of course it says nothing specific but it talks about my ability to be an example to others and a missionary through my example. It talks about being an example to people I meet and work with. It really hit me that I want to be working--and that's ok because I am doing the Lord's work by working outside of the home.

This new position is even better because it's doing communication, marketing, outreach for a truly inspiring cause. It's really something life changing--and I get to be a part of that!

I'm grateful for my Heavenly Father. I'm so glad that he knows me. That he speaks to me. That he comforts me when I need comfort. He has a plan for me. It's easy to loose sight of that. I look forward to accepting this new job and all the challenges that come with it. I look forward to being a part of something great and inviting others to join me. I'm excited about what's to come. And, of course, I love you girls!

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