After months of praying about my job situation (if or when to leave), God swooped in and got me laid off. Talk about a surprising answer to prayer. Sheesh. The division reorganized and I was given the option of moving back to California to work at a new office there. It took me less than a second to make that decision...so I got 60 days notice.

I wish I could slip into that feeling I have when God has just pulled off some wonderful act of grace or mercy...and stay there. But no, I'm a weak vessel and end up whining "wait...wait...what do you mean you're answering my prayer? Now what do I do...I have a mortgage!"

What I'm going to do after June 9 remains to be seen, but in the meantime there is God's grace.