Some decisions are easy. Do I want mayo on that? Of course. Would I like to go to Target? Always. Should I run away from my responsibilities and live on the beach? No. Should I submit my application to be the next Bachelorette? Double no.
Other decisions, they are not so easy. Sometimes they’re just awful and yet so great at the same time.
When I was offered my current position at a local foundation, there was no doubt about it that I should take the job. It was a raise, better hours and benefits, and I would be working at a nonprofit. Oh yeah, and my position at the time was at a horrible company. Decision to leave? Easy.
I’ve been thrilled to have my new position at a nonprofit. It’s been fun, and my co-workers are some amazing people. I haven’t even considered looking for another job.
But then, another job found me. And it was pretty much my dream job.
“Marketing Director,” was the job title, and it was at the local nonprofit where I volunteer each week. It was at the local nonprofit that my church supports. The only reason I knew about the job is because they posted it on Facebook, and a few people pointed it out to me.
What to do? What to do?! I thought. I’ve only been at the foundation since May. I couldn’t possibly leave already. I wasn’t even considering leaving! But how could I pass up such an opportunity?
Tough decision, but…
I applied. I interviewed. I interviewed again. They offered me the job. All within about a week.
So there I sat in my beautiful downtown office with giant windows having just been offered a different job. If I accepted the job and had to tell my boss, it would totally and completely blindside her. Even I was feeling a little blindsided.
I looked around my office. It’s so nice. I only recently moved into this larger, nicer office. This was after I spent a week in Florida over Christmas. Our PTO (paid time off) policy here is pretty amazing, so I had the time to spend in Florida. My co-workers are phenomenal women who love and care about the community and are doing great things to help the less fortunate. Things aren’t perfect, but I realized that I was comfortable.
Why on earth would I leave such a good gig?
It was the same answer to when I was deciding whether or not to move to Uganda: God wants me to.
Today is Martin Luther King Day, and one of my favorite quotes from him is, “Faith is taking the first step, even when you don’t see the whole staircase.” That’s what this is. And that’s why I’m leaving my current job after only eight months.
“Career suicide!” some people say, but the thing is, this position I have accepted is like an actor getting a leading role in a major Hollywood movie. It’s like a chef taking a position at his favorite restaurant. It’s like, well, me… taking a position at the nonprofit I volunteer for and have a bleeding heart for.
There was a time when God called me across the globe to live in Uganda. Now He’s called me just a few blocks away. In this position, I feel I’ll really be able to shine for Him and see Him change lives. After all, the mission of The Rescue Mission, where I’ll be working, is, “To provide, through the power of Jesus Christ, a home for the homeless, food for the hungry, and hope for their future.”
I honestly can’t think of a better, more Christ-centered mission than that. This was an offer I couldn’t refuse. The decision ended up being as easy as, “Do you want mayo on that?” And if you know me well, I’m pretty obsessed with mayonnaise.