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waiting

here we are. waiting. waiting for the call to come that will change our lives one way or another forever.

let me explain: when i met my wonderful husband he was working on a missions degree at baptist bible college. i told him early on that ive always wanted a family and that i couldnt/ didnt want to raise my kids in the jungle:) i was upfront with him and prepared to walk away, no matter how difficult, if that was what he felt God calling him to, because i didnt feel God leading me that way. he didnt know exactly what he wanted to do with missions, only that he wanted to serve God with his talents. Which i am all for! Prior to college, and then afterwards for that matter, he did construction- residential/commercial/large scale/small scale/detailed/basic you name it he's done it. and hes AWESOME at it. that raw talent, along with his crazy strong work ethic and big muscles:) has helped his succeed wherever he is, with whatever job has been thrown at him.

but building has never been his passion. sure he's good at it and has been able to support our family with it, but hes always wanted something else. until a few months ago neither of us knew what that was. but now... i think we know. we're just waiting to see if this certain job opening is the answer to years of waiting and searching and thinking and praying. we've been in the process since may. on saturday a panel sat and discussed my jeremy- looking at his education, experiences, volunteer work, testimony and personal references. and now we wait for the call to see if they will meet him face to face (cuz anyone who meets my love will LOVE him too- so once we get that far i know we're in!!) please be praying for us and once we know if this door is open or closed we will be more willing to disclose details- i hesitate to say what we want when we arent sure what the next step is, if this particular job doesnt work out! but we hope it does!

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