Working from home in God's perfect timing.

In November, I wrote an essay for a writing class and surprised myself when I declared that I would be working from home for the foreseeable future. 

I did not have a job at the time, but I felt in my heart that this was a decision that needed to be made. Something I needed to say out loud. Another shift in my existence, but a good one, that will help me balance the work-home life of a single parent. 

If you would have told me a few years ago that I'd take a work-from-home attorney job, I'd have called you crazy. I always loved going to work, dressing up, seeing people, having co-workers, collaborating.

But I am not who I used to be. God has been working, paving a way, setting me up for what comes next before I even knew it myself. It will be a few years before I have another driver in the house. It makes sense to be here.

My phone shows memories of photos taken years before on the same date. It can be a stab to the heart to see what Adam and I were up to, but it can also be the unfolding of our story, revealing God's plan at work. 

On this date, December 27, 2020, Adam and I took a spare bedroom with purple walls we had used as a dumping ground since moving in and cleared it out and painted it to become a more useable space. He was the best painter, meticulous, tall. I only had to pick the color and he did all the hard work.

Today, December 27, 2022, I am writing about this very space becoming my new home office. 

Didn't plan that. It just happened. 

These photos popped up today after this post was already in the works and I couldn't believe the date on them. The timing, to the exact day, of Adam preparing this space for me two years before I would desperately need it. What a gift.