Good Friday

It was just six weeks ago on Good Friday when my husband was laid off from his job. I will be honest, it didn't feel much like a good anything in that moment. And since then there has been no rest for the weary. We've been in a surgical center twice, taken two trips to San Antonio, booked a trip for two to Florida, left for a military assignment, came home early from said assignment (thank you surgical center),  unbooked that trip for two to Florida (cue tantrum), finished four end of the semester research papers, prepared for a college graduation, submitted countless job applications, interviewed for four really promising positions, and have received two offers.

 

I am happy. No, overjoyed. No, ecstatic to announce that today we are celebrating a good Friday. One of those offers was just too good to pass up and after a short, albeit busy six weeks, the job search has thankfully and miraculously come to a screeching halt. My husband got the call late last evening while traversing the aisles at Lowe's and the smile on his face said it all.

 

 

Miracles have not ceased.

 

Angels do administer.

 

Timing is truly everything.

 

Good Friday indeed.