The Job Offer That Came on the Last Day

I had been unemployed for seven months. I was a single mother with two children and savings that had run down to less than two weeks of expenses. I had applied to over sixty positions. I had prayed every morning with increasing desperation and I will be honest — increasing doubt. On what I had privately decided would be my last day before calling my parents to ask for help, I received two phone calls within an hour of each other. The first was a job offer for a position I had interviewed for six weeks prior and assumed I had not gotten. The second was from a church family offering to cover two months of my rent regardless — they said they had felt prompted and had been trying to reach me. I sat on my kitchen floor and cried for twenty minutes. I took the job. I have been there two years now. My children never knew how close we were to losing the apartment. I knew. And I know what happened that Thursday morning.