the job I didn’t think I wanted

The plan. It never works out, does it? We planned for our adopted sons to be in our home around the time we moved to Indianapolis. Six months ago.

The plan was that I would resign from my position as a foster care adoption social worker shortly before we moved to Indianapolis. This happened. Then we would move and get settled quickly. This happened. I wouldn’t pursue finding a job with the intention of staying home full-time. This happened. Then our sons would be ours. In our arms. In our home. This has not happened. 

I have thoroughly enjoyed my six months of intentional unemployment. We’ve gotten to travel more than we ever have before. We’ve hosted four sweet kids through Safe Families. I’ve decorated our home and explored our new city. I’ve sewed and crafted.  I attended the Influence Conference. We got a dog. I wrote for 31 days straight.

But I struggled with feeling unproductive and lazy as I’d wave goodbye to Dan as he left for a long shift in the ER. I started to not enjoy such flexibility and lack of structure. As much as I enjoy being spontaneous, I need the routine. I waste more time with an open schedule than I do with a highly scheduled day. I talked to Dan and cried about the plan not working out. We talked about our options.

I  began to pray about the best uses for my time right now. All these other things I’ve been able to do in the past six months have been great and fun and life-giving. And I do believe they were good uses for my time.

But honestly, the itch to be out in the community using my social work knowledge was still there. Our boys can’t be here right now. But there are families pursuing foster care and adoption all over our community. I can play a positive role in that process. Because of the recurring adoption payments we are making, the desire to be adding some money to our household was also there. 

What is best for me and our family right now and in the future is a part-time, primarily work-from home, highly flexible job. Which isn’t easy to find. I decided to start contacting agencies in the area about the possibility of writing home studies for foster and adoptive families.

After a few we’ll-file-your-resume replies, I was asked to come in for an interview. We hadn’t talked explicitly about what the position would be like. I went in and was told about a position that was all these things I knew we would need. And maybe even more than I knew I wanted?

I was generously offered the job on the spot.

You’re funny, God. Letting me get away with making a plan for my months. Then changing it up. I wanted to be home all day in this little old rental house with my sweet little guys. I didn’t think I wanted a job right now. But I think You just gave me what I need, not what I want. 

He is good, He is good, He is good. 

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  • Congrats, Natalie! You are so good for looking at the bright side and finding the silver lining in your situation. 🙂 God’s plan is really the best.

    • natalie

      thanks, Madison! I’m not sure I always look for the bright side right away, but writing certainly helps me find it.

  • Deb Gibson

    Bless your heart, Natalie. God is good, all the time.

    • natalie

      isn’t He, Deb? hope we can meet up again some day!

  • Allison

    Congratulations on the job Natalie! While God’s plans do not always equal the ones we think we want, His plans are always the best. Thanks for your post and your vulnerability.

    http://agodfashionedlife.com

    • natalie

      thanks, Allison! His plans have rarely lined up with want I want lately, but I can see the ways He’s changing me through them. it’s good — just not always fun 🙂

  • Love it. Sounds like a great job, and plenty to keep that anxious momma heart and hands busy. 🙂

    • natalie

      haha, exactly! this blog should be renamed “anxious momma heart + hands!”

  • He is good! Amen!

    • natalie

      🙂

  • Trisha

    Congrats! That is wonderful!

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