Who Says You Can’t Go Home?


I made a big decision about three years ago.  It was scary and a huge leap of faith.  But I guess that kind of coincides.  If leaps of faith weren’t scary, then I guess they wouldn’t be leaps. Maybe just hops.

I digress.  This July marks the third anniversary of my changing jobs, nay, careers.  I know people make this decision all the time.  Find a better job, change.  Find something with benefits, move on up.  Find something that you have no experience in and have no idea if you’re even going to like it?  It’s just not really something you hear about a lot.

I guess maybe I should give a little back story.  From the time I was in eighth grade I knew that I wanted to be a court reporter.  You know, the person in the court room that typed everything that was being said.  The one that’s always getting it completely wrong in the movies we see.  But seriously, the people with the mad typing skills.  Yeah.  That was me.  And, yes.  My skills were mad.
After a few years of school and a ton of money later, I started my career as a free-lance reporter.  I didn’t actually go into the courtrooms.  I went to attorney’s offices, doctor’s offices and took depositions.  It was actually a little more laid-back, I think, but still pretty high-stress.  I don’t really deal with stress well.

I also don’t deal well with grown men making little kids cry because mommy and daddy are fighting over them.  I didn’t deal well seeing the same people in depositions over and over and over again getting in trouble for their addictions and continuing to somehow find a way to stay out of prison.  And I REALLY did not do well listening to children tell about the neglect and abuse, whether physical, mental or sexual, that they’ve dealt with all of their short lives.

It was killing me.  Slowly.

So I made a decision to walk away.  Keep in mind, though, as much as that job was killing me, it was a good job.  The money was good.  The hours were fantastic.  Most people would have killed for something like that.  It just wasn’t for me.  So I had a decision to make.  I could keep working in the city an hour away from my home making good money but staying in debt and watching and becoming calloused to peoples’ lives falling apart in front of me.  Or I could change jobs and go home.

I started working on getting my real estate license online and eventually was offered a job by someone who was thinking about opening up a real estate office.  Sure.  Sounds like an easy decision.  But I still had to pay the bills regardless of whether or not the job was killing me.  I had no idea if I would like selling homes.  I had no idea if I’d be good at it or not.  But I did it.  I left the only thing in life that I had ever dreamed of doing to work back home in my small hometown for half the salary.

And it has been the best decision I’ve ever made.

Leaps of faith, whether you’re jumping across a creek bed or something the size of the grand canyon, are just that.  Leaps.  The definition of a leap is to spring free from.  Sometimes it’s not something that’s entirely bad that we’re leaping from.  But what if what we’re leaping to is so much better?  We free ourselves of the old and leap into the new.

“Brother, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it.  But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.” ~ Philippians 3:13-14

For me, going home was the only thing I could have done.  I see God’s grace and redemption in everything I do.  But what about you?  Do you have something you need to leap towards?  How can I help and encourage you?

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