His mercies are new each morning…
No joke. Jon got a call from Montana on his cell phone at 7:45 this morning. Apparently, Billings’ local option wasn’t a go, so they want to interview him.
UPDATE: He’s heard from 3 of the 4 churches now.
Duuuuude… I guess prayer does work.
I had just gotten out of the shower after my walk when the phone rang. It was someone asking for Jon using my half of the last name so I thought it might be a telemarketer. It turned out to be Mark Nelson from Eastern Washington-Idaho Synod and he has a possible church for Jon in Idaho Falls!!!!
Talk about a quick answer to some heavy prayers!!!!! Jon went from no prospects to 3 of them within 12 hours!
The council president of Church #2 called looking for Jon. I gave him the phone number for Church #1 (where Jon is doing busy work so that he’s not home moping) and called Jon 15 minutes later to make sure that he was OK.
I wish Montana Synod would get their @$$es in gear on this — they SAID Billings would be opening and they SAID it was Jon’s if Havre didn’t work out. This is making me nauseous and it’s doing similar things to Jon. Unfortunately, the “throw up the contents of your stomach from nerves” diet is not a great way to live or lose weight.
I just wish I knew what was next. I know this is a test of faith and all that jazz but… it’s ripping me apart.
To Do in the Next 24 Hours
-get flowers set up for church
-get bread split and to church
-figure out my church clothes for tomorrow and make sure they’re clean Thanks Jon!
-make sure I have someone to help me clean up tomorrow
-read lessons at Church #1’s service both services
-get curricula organized for Wednesday
The Zithromax is kicking in and I managed to get by with only one co-pay. (My stupid prescription insurance only gives me 4 pills when the normally prescribed dosage is 5. I had one left over from the meds I had before surgery in June, so I have my 5 pills and only had to pay for 4 of them.) I’m starting to feel a little better though death is still looking preferable because of the freaking post nasal drip in my throat. For asthmatics like me, it feels like someone has stuffed a wet towel down my throat.
/whining