Show me the path where I should walk, O Lord;
point out the right road for me to follow.
Lead me by your truth and teach me,
for you are the God who saves me.
All day long I put my hope in you.
Psalm 25: 4, 5
I did it. I gave my boss my two weeks' notice today. I am part relieved and part nervous. When I got to work this morning, I thought I was going to throw-up. I knew that I couldn't wait all the way until 5 o'clock. It would make me even more sick. So, I told my boss. It went down pretty much as I wrote in my post yesterday. Although, right after, I went out to my car to cry for a couple of minutes. I'm not really sure why I cried, but it helped, I think.
My boss sent an e-mail to my co-workers with a vague explanation (approved by me), saying I was leaving to "pursue other endeavors." The responses ranged from, "Good Luck," to "Is it April Fools Day?" to "Can I have your phone number in case I have trouble with this spreadsheet?" to "Are you going to some far away land with your church?" To those who asked I basically told them this: I'm not sure exactly what I will be doing, I just have felt God telling me that I need to do something new, and to start that means leaving here. They were all pretty understanding, but shocked, except for my boss who seemed to sense this in the making. Weird.
My last day of work will be February 28th. I'm not sure it has all hit me yet. Honestly, I haven't even told my parents. I had mentioned that I was thinking about it to my mom last week, but haven't told her that I actually went through with it. I have this nagging voice that pipes in every once in a while, telling me I'm being irresponsible. But I know this is the most responsible I've ever been. I do, also, have a lot of people who are supporting me. And it's not over yet. Now, I'm waiting for God to tell me what's next.
So, God, What is next? Am I going somewhere? Is it a new job? Do you want me to build my PartyLite business? Right now, I'm just waiting for your sign. I know you will provide for me. I keep having these urges to sell my stuff, so are you preparing me to leave? I did what you asked-now what? I echo David's words, "Show me the path where I should walk, O Lord; point out the right road for me to follow," and let me see your directions clearly and not be afraid to follow them. You are my provider. You are my king. You are my savior.