I once found myself in a hopeless place. A rug pulled out from under my feet. I had a request for divorce, and my work contract expiring at roughly the same time. I had 2 kids in the mix, and a soon-to-be ex husband who I knew would never ‘let me have the house’ we spent a decade investing in. I felt I would be caged in a h3llish trap of sharing a marital residence with a now roommate who could not care less about me, with no financial escape. Not only did he NOT care, but would intentionally cause me harm and chaos. Those next 6 months would be some of the most challenging days in my life. But there was hope.

With my work contract expiring in its 2-year California allotted timeframe, I spent 2-3 months seeking alternate employment. I got the typical run-around; applying endlessly to black hole job portals, interviews with multiple recruiters, filtering out jobs offering half the pay.

And then it came. My contract on its final week; the call offering me the job. I was scared that the DUI would prohibit my hiring. That I would have to take a cut in pay. That I wouldn’t be emotionally strong enough to handle starting a new job amid the chaos that was currently my life. But God sent me a Blessing. Not only did I not have to reduce my pay, but I was offered an increase. I was able to work remotely. And I became friends with my recruiter, who subsequently navigated a divorce, helping each other through during some very dark times.

I could not fathom having even asked for such a gift to arrive in my life, much less expecting it to land on my lap after months of second-guessing myself. I knew in my heart that this gift was a sign to keep going on this path back to myself, and that I could trust the way forward. I no longer had control, and somehow that felt okay. From that moment on, despite the hardships I had yet to endure, somehow I knew it would all come together.