The search has begun. I updated my resume (more like wrote an entirely new one) yesterday. By days end, my head hurt and my body felt like it had been squeezed one too many times through a pasta maker. Before last week I didn't have to think about what I would be qualified to do. I had spent the last 8 years with the same company, the past 7 years doing the exact same job, thinking it was the job I would have until I was ready to move on. When that security rug is yanked unexpectedly from under you, it's one hard fall.

Last night looking at my completed resume (thanks to my amazing husband), the thought crossed my mind, "This is what I have done the past 10+ years. All my work has been reduced to one piece of paper." Am I really qualified to enter the work force?

I sent out my first resume last night and was pretty nervous about what would happen if I got this job. I could totally do it and actually have the experience for the qualifications. It's all the unknown questions that come with working outside the home. I then told myself to take it one step at a time.

This weekend will consist of purchasing a Sunday paper to scour for more jobs. This is a whole new realm that I did not think I would have to do until after our move. I should know better than to think I have everything worked out.

So the trusting continues. I cling to God's promise that He will not let us go without what we need. Seeing His faithfulness the past week and a half has been humbling and eye opening. Experiencing encouragement from others has calmed my heart from worry and humbled my soul knowing that I and our family are loved. We have not gone without and it has been a hard, but good, stretching experience that I am learning from daily.