Dear God,

I know what you’re asking me to do. You want me to take another leap of faith.

When Will put his hands on me on January 22, 2010, I did leave. But I didn’t want to. I cried when I filled out the ex parte order. I cried when the judge approved it and handed me my copy over the top of her high mahogany bench.

I took that leap of faith, and You were waiting there for me on the other side of that fear.

When I moved from my marital home into the peaceful house I now rent with the past year’s tax return in my pocket, I didn’t yet have a job, not even a prospect at that time.

I took that leap of faith, and You were waiting there for me on the other side of my fear.

Now that You’ve helped me take care of my children by seeing to it that they are with me most of the time, You’re reminding me that I did not leave my marriage to play it safe. You’re reminding me that I have a higher purpose, and that You want me to reach for it. You want me to take another leap of faith.

Today, the director asked me if I really, truly meant to resign on the date I gave him. I said yes. I told him what You’re asking of me. He said he admired my faith but worried about my timing.

If I waited for the right time, it wouldn’t come. I’d be 60 and still feel stuck. I’d be retired and wonder what I waited for.

I’m taking another leap of faith. I know You’ll be there for me.