Light Me Up

Previously.
I've entered interviews with, more or less, some amount of trepidation.  The trepidation stemmed mostly from the overbearing question in my head of, "Wait.... do I really want to be taking this job if they offer it to me?"

As in - is this job really what I'm being called to do?  And for the most part, I can't say many of them were.  They've been "ready-go-kill-time" jobs.  Up until now.  And oh does God have strange and beautiful ways of making things work.

The Lead Up.
Upon meeting with Scott Rosen, the Senior Pastor of First Christian Church, to gain clarity and perspective from the "I am not invincible" situation (please note a couple posts previous), he also happened to ask if there was anything else going on in my life.

"Well," I admitted, "I need a job." (Please note: I do currently have a part-time job.  One that I love dearly.  But it simply doesn't have anything to do with the degrees I now hold.)

So would you know it? First Christian happened to be on the search for an assistant to the Worship and Communications Pastor.  Scott encouraged me to submit a resume.  I did that afternoon.  Now, I'll be the first to admit: I only had a marginal clue of what I might be getting myself into.  What, exactly, could working for the Worship and Communications Pastor entail?  All I knew at the moment was that I love praise and worship.  And - lucky coincidence - my vocational training happens to be in communications.  So what could they possibly end up asking of me?  I wasn't really worried about it.  At all.

Interview Day Came.
The day was a balmy 55 degrees - and so gloriously sunny! And I still wasn't worried about the interview.  At all.  And generally I fret a little about what outfit I'll wear to the interview.  Yeah, none of that on this particular day.  My one lingering question was what they'd possibly be requiring of me for this job.  But, linger as it may, it didn't eat at me as other potential positions have.

I was happy to drive with my windows cracked on the way over to the church.  We sat in the cafe and broke the ice a little with some discussion of marathon running - (always a pleasant discussion!) - and then the questions began.

And with each passing question I became more and more excited about wanting the job.  Every single thing he asked me resonated so freely and wonderfully.  Would I be good with using InDesign?  Can I edit?  Can I write copy and organize articles in such a way that would be best for the audience we're trying to reach?  Do I have any knowledge of PHP and DIV tags? Do I know WordPress?  What was one of my most favorite things I've done professionally in the past?  (Designing graphics for a previous employer. ) Which is good - because that will also be required.

Yes.  And yes.  And yes.  And yes.  And more yes.
Absolutely everything we discussed cried amazement to me.  Could I really be this lucky?  Could I finally be looking at a job that would allow me to use my training from both degrees I hold, and - most importantly - be working for The One Person I've always had an ingrained desire to work for?

God, You light me up.
That evening, a good friend took just one look at me and commented, "You are glowing!"  I didn't quite realize I was until she said it.  Which made me glow all the more.  And the very next evening - I received a phone call from a familiar number I'd called just a day previously to double-check on an interview time.

So guess who's got a new job?  But more importantly, guess who's never been happier in her life?  I'm thinking about the ten best days in my life.  I'm thinking yesterday, when I got the call, is officially on that list.