When God Asks You to Quit Your Job

Was I making the right decision?

Why would God tell me to quit a job that I loved?

What about my career path? Or finances?

What would my colleagues think?

I was wrestling with too many questions to name but the prompting in my heart was clear–God was leading me to leave the job that I loved, a job that I was good at, and that I had worked hard to adjust our family life around. It didn’t make sense on paper, but the clues were unmistakable: I had a six-month-old in my arms, two older siblings at home, and an online college degree that I was slowly chipping away at. My husband was supportive, but he admitted that he missed me. The tension of family life and vocational ambition was becoming too much for everyone to bear. I had to make a decision.

The day that I signed my resignation letter, I cried on the drive home. Glancing in the back seat of my SUV, I could see the furniture and décor that I had carefully chosen for my new office about a year and a half earlier. The gray modern chair, the framed desert photos, the marble-topped side table, and a couple of plants, which were now nestled in my kid’s empty car seat so as not to lose any soil on the way home. I felt a pang of grief, but I didn’t yet understand what that feeling was about; time would reveal the work that God was doing in me.

When I came across Proverbs chapter 3 over my morning coffee, I lingered there for a while.

The writer wisely instructs,

“Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make straight your paths,” (v. 5-6, ESV).

Looking back at that time, after a few years and with a little perspective, I can catch a glimpse of what God was working out in my heart. My hunger to experience all that life had to offer (as soon as possible, please!) had once again landed me in over my head. I would have readily admitted back then that I was an impatient person, but what I couldn’t see was the prideful way that I would forge ahead with my plans without asking for God’s guidance. I couldn’t see the root of fear (of missing something good…something great, even!) that still lingered in my life and caused me to question his trustworthiness.

By the gentle, yet persistent, urging in my heart, I sensed God asking me to leave my job and trust him. To lay down my ideas of what I needed and when. He was calling me to the work of faith in that difficult moment—to not lean on my own understanding, as the writer of Proverbs so elegantly stated, but to trust the Lord with my whole heart.

My work was to trust; his work was to make my path straight.

Even though I wrestled with the exchange, it has stretched my faith since that teary drive home. Today, I can look in the rear view mirror and see the effects of growth in my family, the depth to my spiritual walk, and the healing in my heart. As I move forward to new opportunities, I hope to make the exchange more quickly and joyfully, because I know I can trust that the road will align with God’s good purpose.

Oh, Piercing Word: The Hurt of the Lord

It was a simple mistake. A grammatical error, to be exact. But it was on the internet, the modern-day public square, and (crucial to note) the error changed the meaning of the statement. When I received a mocking response (yes, from a stranger!) I was surprised at how it felt—like a hot iron, pulled from an angry fire, and pressed on my mistake. Exposing, embarrassing, and painful. My face flushed with shame; I was caught in a stupid blunder.

And just as quickly, the embarrassment was followed by shock at my reaction. Why had I responded that way?

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Front Porch Prayers (for a Slow Summer Afternoon)

It’s mid-week, late afternoon, sitting-in-the-porch-rocker time and I’m watching birds dive-bomb for treasures in the yard. My mason jar of iced coffee went down too fast and I want another one, mostly because it was delicious, but also because it is a humid 87 degrees out (and the coffee brings sweet relief).

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Advocacy, Amos, and the Quiet Life

I’ll spare you the “2020 amiright?” jokes because we all know this has already been one strange and difficult year so far. As I recently mentioned on the blog (after a month-long writing sabbatical), I’ve personally been in a season of quiet.

This is not an unusual pattern for me. When a Super Busy Life Season is happening (especially one with a major life change, like having a baby or building a house), I tend to focus on getting through the circumstance itself and leave the emotional processing for later, after the action phase is completed. Does anyone else do that?

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Three Things: Summer Quarantine Edition

The Great Quarantine of 2020 didn’t actually change much about our daily life, but one thing that did change was my skincare/makeup and wardrobe habits. Mascara became completely unnecessary and kind of annoying, filling in my brows became the new mascara, and exploring the world of face masks became my new frontier. Getting dressed was a challenge because honestly, who wants to get cute when there was no where to go?

Like many of you, I’ve found myself leaning toward a daily style that is easy and comfortable but dang it y’all…I miss getting ready!

So, I decided to have a little fun while (mostly) staying at home. Here are three things that have helped in that pursuit.

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Words on the Internet: My Fourth Blogiversary

As crazy as this sounds, I’ve been blogging for FOUR YEARS. Whatttt?!!

This little corner of the internet has surprised me in many ways:

  • it has brought connections and friendships that I’d never otherwise have
  • it has been instrumental in helping me to absorb what I’m learning in school (and synthesize it through writing)
  • it has been my main creative outlet
  • and perhaps most importantly, it has forced me to view myself as a Real Writer™.
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The Counter-Culture Practice of Waiting on God

Oh dear reader, my wish is that you and I could sit down together over a slow and nourishing meal and unpack our hearts and minds as we savor each bite. I would ask you about the state of your soul in this historically tenuous moment…are you carrying the weight of social unrest? Are you fighting an internal battle? Are you trying to make your way through a haze of confusion? Trying to find clarity of vision for the way forward?

If this describes even a little bit of your current experience, you are not alone. Read that again: you are not alone.

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Why We Worship During Times of Crisis

While reading Chamber’s “My Utmost for His Highest” over coffee this morning, the author’s words seemed to jump off the page. Remember, this book was first published in 1935, just a handful of years before WW2 broke out.

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