PTL

Hi friends!

(Jeremy- I hope you appreciate this letter's title.  That was for you.)

Good news!  Great news!  Super news! Fantastic news!  Amazing news!

Jered received the call today that meant he got the job at Mercy in Des Moines!

In case you didn't know, Jered has been applying for psychiatric nursing jobs in Chicago, Peoria, and Des Moines.  First choice: Mercy Medical Center in Des Moines.

Last week, after calling several times to make sure they were going to be posting the job opening he had been told about, Jered sent in his application and very shortly after received news that he had a phone interview last Monday.  On Tuesday, they called him to set up an on campus interview.  Well, it just so happened we were planning on being in Des Moines on Friday, so they set his time up at 11:30 that morning.

I asked him what he was planning on doing about his hair... I told him to just call and be honest that he had long hair and wondered if it would hurt his chances.  When I asked him about it again, he said, "I'm just going to cut it. I'm 25, I'm not 21 anymore.  I gotta be responsible."  I sat on the bed and almost cried for him because I knew he wanted to grow it out long one more time.

Next step- what to wear?  We decided that on my morning off, we were going to scour the thrift shops to find him a jacket to wear with his dress clothes.  We walk in, and the first thing he pulls off the rack is a suit.  Just the right size.  For sixteen dollars.  We walk out of the door and see across the street: Same day dry cleaning.  Yes please!

After that, we stop by the Hair Cuttery and say good bye to his precious locks.

I go into work and get a text that Jered bought a tie clip at an antique shop near our apartment.  It is silver and black, so it matches his wedding ring.  Five dollars.

By the time we arrive at Jake and Molly's, we have a folder with multiple copies of his resume and references, a "fresh" suit for him to wear, and many practiced interview questions.

 

(Sorry this is so blurry.  I'm not the most technologically advanced.)

So he gets ready for his interview, and the rest of us get ready to go out for lunch.  I walked my husband out to the car and prayed with him that if this is what God wanted for us, that it would be abundantly clear.

Just about an hour later, we meet back up with Jered at the apartment, and he fills us in on how it went.  Just one interviewer, the questions he prepared for were basically unnecessary, and it sounded positive, except for the fact that they were nervous he only wanted to do adult psych, and not children, which he found was what they were interviewing for.  He, however, assured them that he would be happy to learn about it and would enjoy the experience.

They will contact him sometime next week.

Waiting anxiously.

Feeling good...  not getting hopes up...

The phone rings.  "Great.  Thank you, that sounds awesome."  *Thumb up to the wife*

There stands Jered being completely cool about the situation, and then there is his wife, jumping up and down on the bed and texting everyone she can think of that knew about the interview.

We're moving to Des Moines!

(You should know that Jered will read this and later ask me, "Why did you write all about that and make such a big deal about it?"  And to him I will say the same thing I'm telling you:  "This is huge!  This is life-changing!  This is something to be excited about!)

So there it is friends.  This wife and her awesome husband have been greatly blessed by God this week.  And we are excited to see what He has in store for us!

Thanks for sharing in, or at least tolerating my giddiness!

Aim