I stepped out into a relatively quiet lobby and dialed. "I've been offered the job," Steve said.
Now, usually, a wife would be absolutely thrilled that her 37-year-old husband, a perpetual grad student, had entered the realm of the gainfully employed, but this news absolutely devastated me.
Why? It meant we had to move. Again. To Nashville.
I should be used to moving. After all, in our 13 years of marriage, we have moved 9 - soon to be 10 - times. Our lives have taken us to some pretty cool places - we started off in Utah, moved to the Phillippines, Ohio, Georgia, and Kansas (we've lived in various places in some of those states) - but maybe I finally felt that we were somewhat settling down. After all, I have kept the same job for 4 years - the longest I have held any teaching job because of our constant moving. I love this job - I have wonderful coworkers, an extremely supportive principal, and some of the most amazing kids on the face of the planet. I love my church family. We live in a great neighborhood. Life is - or was, at least - looking like things were moving along in a positive direction. And now, there were so many unknowns. Where would we live? What would I do? Would I even teach again? How do we tell our 7-year-old that she's leaving her friends?
I had to take a leap of faith. I prayed. I fasted.
After a lot of complaining about the answers I was getting to my prayers (more on that later), we decided it was the right thing for Steve to accept this job. He will be the Music Education Specialist for the international headquarters of the Barbershop Harmony Society. This really has been his dream since he was 11 years old and started singing with his dad's chorus in St. George, Utah. And I was able to find another teaching job in Fairview, Tennessee. I don't know what God's plans are for our little family, but things are looking up. And starting this summer, the Scotts will do Nashville!
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