I was so excited about my prospective employment at the greenhouse; to me, it was like a gift from God, an answer to prayer. Yes, it's true, I often bristle when people say, "I prayed that it wouldn't rain today so that I could have my garden party, and God heard my prayer! Hallelujah!" Because what I'm thinking, of course, is, "What about that farmer who's been hoping for rain for two weeks? Whose family is depending on that rain? Who was on his knees last night BEGGING God for rain? How about him?" But in this case, I really feel like God prepared me for the opportunity, prepared the owner of the greenhouse, provided the perfect timing. I believe this because of several things:
1. I've talked to a scad of people over the past week who said they put in an application either just before or just after I walked through the door of the greenhouse; they weren't hired. I was. I didn't present any special talents, didn't try to wow anyone with my expertise, didn't even tell the owner that I was always available or the my schedule is flexible.
2. As I was finishing my conversation with the owner of the greenhouse, she said she'd just told a friend to pray that God would send her two good workers. I walked in just after that and offered myself and Bard as potential employees.
3. My husband was furious.
Okay, maybe "furious" is too strong of a word. He was angry, resentful, angry, upset, angry, frustrated and fairly angry. It was the darndest thing I've seen in quite a while.
See, I got home from the greenhouse and immediately wanted to tell my darling Bo about this exciting new development in my life, so I called him.
"Guess what!" I chattered excitedly. "I've been offered a job at the local greenhouse!"
There was silence on the other end of the line.
By the end of the conversation, it was very apparent that my dear Bo was less than thrilled with the prospect of my new employment. And I was completely puzzled. This was so very not like him. What he was displaying was akin to jealousy, which is a character trait he has never, ever, ever, and I mean NEVER displayed.
And what I felt, immediately, was hurt.
I felt like my joy had been completely stolen from me.
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