When I was 23 years old, I was in a very different place in my life. My mom passed away a couple years earlier, then we lost our aunt, and then one of my oldest friends from school passed away. To say these losses affected me would be an understatement.
I didn’t know how to talk to my closest friends anymore and instead of turning to my family for comfort I just wanted to forget about it.
Eventually everything hit me hard. I realized this was not me and this was all way more than I knew how to handle.
I prayed to God for a way out of it. I needed a new surrounding and a change of scenery, anything to get me back to “normal”.
After a lot of prayers I felt it was time to apply for jobs in my line of work. At the time I was working at a resort, as a bartender and was helping out at my hometown newspaper in hopes to eventually get a job there.
But there just wasn’t a position for me at the local newspaper and I knew the way I was going wasn’t a healthy lifestyle for me.
So I applied for newspaper jobs EVERYWHERE. I had a few interviews but nothing seemed to be working out.
I prayed some more. “God please help me to figure my life out. Where do I belong?” because, even though I love my hometown, I knew I didn’t belong there then.
Finally I scored a job interview at a newspaper 4 hours away. I hit the road and knew I had to give it a chance.
I can’t exactly remember how the interview went but I felt fairly confident. But I do know I left the town and thought…I can’t live there. In fact I got together with some high school friends after my interview and told them I probably wouldn’t take the job.
Boy did my tune change..
It wasn’t long after that I received a call from my editor at my hometown paper saying he was contacted by the folks who interviewed me and that it sounded like they were pretty interested in hiring me. Eeek. I was pretty excited. And he was right. Soon after that I was offered the job and without much hesitation, I accepted. That is what I like to call a God thing. He definitely led me down that path.
My local paper threw a going away party for me. And at that party, our sports photographer predicted my future. I laughed it off at the time but now it blows my mind every time I think about it.
This sports photographer could never remember my name – even at my going away part he could not remember my name.
“Why don’t you ever remember my name?” I asked him, half jokingly but also curious.
“I don’t remember names of people I won’t see again” he answered. And I’m not going to lie I was a little offended..I always thought I would move back and work at that paper again some day.
“How do you know?” I asked.
And he said (seriously, no lie! Like you just can’t make this stuff up) “You’re going to move to southern Minnesota and after a year or two there you’re going to marry a rich farmer.”
At the time I had no idea how much farming went on down here and seriously thought this was the most random and weird statement.
Fast forward 3 years and what do you know. I married a farmer. And I am still telling this story. And every time I get to the part where he says “you’re going to marry a rich farmer” my husband will say, “well he got it half right”
The moral of the story is not that I married a farmer or that I once worked with a sports photographer who was also psychic.
The moral of the story is that God listens to our prayers and answers them just when the time is right.
I was in way over my head and it wasn’t until then that I started to pray. That’s like waiting until you’re drowning to take swimming lessons.
Although it was nearly a 7 year learning process for me I finally realized that prayer is not about getting in touch every once in awhile when we have gotten ourselves in too much trouble and need to be bailed out, it’s something we need to do every day.
Even though I experienced a lot of loss in a short amount of time I am grateful for that dark period in my life because now I’m in a place with a lot more light. Not only has my earthly life brightened up a bit in that I found my husband, have my son and have found ways to open up to my friends again; but my spiritual life has brightened up even more. The trials and tribulations in life don’t last and the storms always seem to clear. They will come again but the sun always peaks back out and this time the sun peaking out for me is my sweet, sweet farmer and our little farmer boy.
I don’t know when the storms will come again but why wait under the umbrella when you can bask in the sun while it shines!
Have you had a dark time that later taught you something very important? If so I would love to hear about it.