Last Saturday I found a Craigslist post (don't judge my usage of a sketchy site) for a Sports Producer position in the Radio/TV/Film section of Jobs. A few weeks ago Terry and I had pretty much given up on finding TV or radio jobs anywhere close to my family, so we decided we'd take pretty much anything to get close to them. I had no second thought that these people might actually be legitimate and take interest into a resume, but I decided we had nothing to lose. I logged in to Terry's e-mail and sent in his resume.
Monday morning Terry get's an e-mail back saying to call this cell phone number...still sounding sketchy. This is also the point where I had to explain to Terry why someone from Craigslist was contacting him under a post titled "Sports Producer" . . .I really don't see why everyone, including my husband, has such strong reservations about this site...Moving on, Terry called the man back and answered some questions about his resume and agreed to come in for an interview four hours away in DFW in two days.
It took me about two hours to realize that this was an interview.
It wasn't a resume.
It wasn't a stop by.
It wasn't a phone call.
It wasn't a mailed in reel.
It WAS an INTERVIEW!
We had prayed for a job for about a year in DFW and an interview is the closest we had been to one the entire time.
I didn't want to get my hopes up as I had so many times before, but this one, this time, it just seemed like the job was right.
It was sports, it was video, it was Terry.
We looked for apartments the day prior to the interview in case the job was a done deal, and we both hoped that he'd be offered it right then and there after the interview.
To be honest a part of my heart sank when that wasn't the case and I felt as though this was just another job, just like the rest, that weren't going to hire someone who didn't have a decade of experience and already lived the middle class lifestyle.
At the end of Terry's interview the boss told him that he'd call his referenced on Thursday and notify him of his decision by the end of the week.
Another first, A TIME FRAME!
We went back to one of the apartments and filled out the application, still holding on to any hope that he'd be called back to be hired.
We drove back to our home.
We waited through the rest of Thursday, hoping to get a text from friends saying that they had been called by the boss, but no text.
We contacted the references and asked if they'd been called....
they hadn't.
My heart sank even more and I tried to keep hope that this wasn't just like all the other jobs, we had faith that if God wanted to give it to us, He would. If God didn't want to give it to us we needed the faith and strength to know that God will take care of us, and provide for us.
Friday was the day, the day we assumed meant "by the end of the week," but the entire morning and part of the afternoon had past without a call. We were both on edge about it and really didn't want to have to wait through the weekend for the news, yes or no.
For a few moments we calmed down and laughed about different things but everything stopped when Terry's phone went off and the caller ID had the boss' name.
He ran to the bedroom for privacy and I ran to a notebook and wrote this down:
No: At least we can move on to another option
Maybe: At least there is still hope
Yes: Duh.
I sat there and prayed for strength and faith that God loved us and knew what great things He had planned for us, even though we might not see it at the moment.
Terry was off the phone and walked into the dining room, trying to hold back a smile...I held my composure until he kissed me and said, "We got it."
I cried, held him and repeated for the next few minutes, "Thank God, thank God, thank you God, oh God thank you," in various combinations.
The opportunity we'd been praying for for the entire last year had finally come true. God's "wait," turned into a "Yes."
