for you so that

continued from Week 38

My job at the time was working as a representative with lia sophia, a direct selling jewelry company. Their business model was set up to provide those of us who worked full-time additional local leads of anyone who expressed interest in purchasing their jewelry or joining the lia sophia team themself.

In my six years working with lia sophia I was given three persons to reach out to and follow up with and it just so happened one afternoon I received a notification from a woman interested in joining lia sophia as means of work. I reached out to connect and with a better understanding of her situation, I offered for her to come over the following week.

This was super, more work was always received as a gift. (Honestly 💛)

When it came time for her to come, as I opened the door to invite her in, the first words she said were, “Your home location is perfect for me today, I just dropped off my children at their homeschooling co-op which is just around the corner.”

I had never met or known of anyone who homeschooled locally EVER and now I have a homeschooling mom at my front door, coming in to spend some time with me for “work,” yeah right!

Mmm…Jesus said there would be signs confirming. Why do I doubt? I received meeting her as a gift and let it be another nudge in continuing to believe homeschooling our flock will be, and it will be good. 

Later, I reached out to the co-op she was a part of to see if they were willing to share my info with another mom, who would be willing to meet me for tea so that I could ask some questions (I only had 10,000!) but it turns out, they weren’t willing. They told me I had to be a part of their co-op before they would help, which is utter crap, just sayin’.

Then I thought, even with our start not being the most welcoming exchange, I should sign-up, because I don’t know anything yet. Only, I was then told they were on a two year wait list.

Whatever, no thanks!

At this point I figured I’d be just fine to glean from my new lia friend even though her children were much older because she was kind and willing to support me.

Then there was this…

I couldn’t ignore what it felt like every night when I left for work, knowing I was missing our only potential family time. I was heavy-hearted but also very grateful. I’m still thankful both feelings can equally exist, always, and for such a time.

In my waiting time of letting the road to homeschool be further confirmed, I often arrived home from work to little letters and drawings from Audrey laid at the entrance of Ryan and I’s bedroom. Her words expressed how she missed me and her crazy-cute drawings were of how Ryan and I should rearrange our bedroom to allow for us all to sleep and live in just that bedroom. Her notes were bittersweet because I missed her too but also knew I was still needing to work. There were a million and one reasons why shifting to homeschooling seemed impossible, yet I was slowly but surely believing Jesus indeed would. make. it. possible.

to be continued…