I have no doubt that God speaks to us, if we care to listen.
I was feeling a little miserable on Tuesday evening about this new job, as I am finding it a very steep learning curve, and I am having to be corrected, which doesn't sit too easy at this stage; rationally, I know that I am doing OK and the mentor to whom I have been assigned has been positive about what I am doing, but it still rankles a little that she has to correct me sometimes.
Tuesday night I went to bed, determined to find some things about the job to be thankful for, and I did. I reminded myself that this was the job I had asked for, prayed for, and looked for. It almost dropped in my lap. I wanted part time work [yes], at home if at all possible or at least locally [yes], I wanted to start in September [yes] and I needed some flexibility [got that too].
Then, yesterday morning, the YFG went out of the door to catch the bus, and came back 10 minutes later looking more like a drowned rat and slightly tearful, saying that she couldn't go to school all wet like this and had missed the bus now. We scurried about and she found some dry clothes and shoes, and we went off to school in the car. Halfway there, she said she was sorry that she'd put me to the bother. I told her not to be daft, and that that was the point of me taking the job, so that I could be at home for her when she needed me - I just started work at 9.30am instead of 9am. It was as if I was reminding Myself that that was the point, too!
God spoke powerfully yesterday and showed me that this is a temporary job, perhaps just for a couple of years, but it is one that I can be good at eventually. However, I need to learn to TAKE direction again, to be humble and to learn to follow someone else's rules - I have been used to leading and making the rules, answering to no one particularly in some areas of my life, and God has gently shown me that this is a learning curve in more ways than one.