The title of this post is, of course, a famous quote by the former Yankees catcher, Yogi Berra. I chose it because, over the past couple of years, this seems to describe the most difficult part of my Christian walk.
I was laid off from my job effective Friday of last week. The threat of layoff has been looming over my head for nearly a year. I’ve seen my co-workers one-by-one pack their boxes, say their goodbyes and make the long walk down the hall and out of the factory over the last year.
God was good to me and I feel I was shown favor by being nearly one of the last ones laid off. I guess you could say I had plenty of warning to find another job. I guess I just kept hoping it would last.
My job field is limited as to where I can work. The pay is good and it’s interesting work but the locations of the companies that I can work at are sparsely scattered all over the country. As this layoff loomed I began looking and it looked like I was going to have to move to Seattle or Atlanta. I live in the Fort Worth, TX area and don’t want to leave. My roots are here.
I began to pray and still the layoff came and I still didn’t see any other options in sight. But on Wednesday this week, things changed.
On Wednesday I received a call from a former coworker in Seattle wanting me to go to work for him. The salary is a little low but I can work from home and the work is fairly easy.
Also on Wednesday, I received a call from a company in Atlanta. They want me to go to work for them, in Atlanta, for a very good salary. Much higher than I ‘ve ever made. But it’s in Atlanta.
And this is where I have the most difficult time with my faith. When I have several choices to make. I struggle the most when God gives me several choices and I fear I’ll make the wrong one.
I guess I feel that God has a “perfect will” for my life and I just want to be obedient. I prayed for a job and I got two. So, why if God gave me the jobs why would he have choose between the two? I mean, if it’s from God why not just give me the one?
This seems to be the typical way God deals with me. I pray and the answer seems to come in the form of a choice rather than an obvious path to take. This always leaves me fretting over the choice I made and sucks the faith right out of me.
Nevertheless, I know the job offers were from God and I’m thankful for His favor once again in spite of my sin and unbelief.
This is going to be a struggle for the family to adjust to, as we also homeschool our kids.
Pray for me….I think my wife just might strangle me.