Faithful

1.8.14

      I love it when God is blatantly, in-your-face faithful. 

      It was Wednesday afternoon when I got the call. I was suppose to be in a case, but at the last minute the case was canceled. So instead, I was sitting at home working on paperwork and thankful for the break because the day before had been a 14 hour workday (those happen sometimes in healthcare...).

      Anyways, I was sitting on my living room couch when my cell phone rang. It was 1:30 in the afternoon, and I wasn't really expecting a call from anyone. The area code was a local Dallas code, so I figured it was a political call or a wrong number. I sat there for a good minute debating whether I was in the mood to answer it or just let it go to voicemail. In the end, I picked it up.

      "Is this Amy?" asked the lady on the other end of the phone.

      "Yes it is," I said, waiting for the political drool or fundraising line to start.

      "This is R from Pat Smith's office." My heart skipped a beat. "I was calling to let you know that you are one of the three winners for the Treasure You contest and we'd like to feature you with our lunch with Robin Roberts next weekend."

        I literally started crying. Right there on the phone, just broke down and started crying at the amazingness of God. 

        "Are you there?" R asked again since I had gone mute trying not to give away my breakdown.

        "Yeah I'm here," I said through the tears running down my face.

        "Oh my goodness don't cry!" she said, clearly bothered that she had brought that out in me. "We just want to honor you! Can you come meet Pat tomorrow afternoon for an interview?" 

          I cringed a little inside. I wanted to be a part of this program, but I also knew that I hadn't discussed the possibility of me winning this with anyone at work. I had even given my manager's name and contact information on the application but I hadn't had the nerve to actually talk to him about it. So taking off a few hours in the afternoon made me cower a little inside because I wasn't sure what kind of reaction I would get at work (it was all positive, by the way).

         "Sure!" I replied, not giving away my mortified stance on the work subject. 

          We set up the details and when I hung up, I started dancing around the house. I was blown away. There have been very few times when I have been vocal in claiming God's promises and what He has spoken to me. The ironic thing, though, was that I had just written my blog entry from the few weeks before where I had mentioned the Treasure You contest and had said that I felt God telling me that was important. That was cool that God had let them call me a day before I was anticipating the call, and that my case had just "happened" to cancel that afternoon so I was free to answer the phone and not hear it on voicemail.

        I immediatly called Alex at work, who picked up the phone thinking that something was wrong since we rarely call each other during the day. Then I called my Mom, then Dad, then Jenny at work, then Mallie. The team was in the know.

       Then it was time to go shopping. I haven't (active tense) made it all the way back down to my pre-pregnancy weight, so that left me with a selection of either too-tight-for-public clothes or maternity clothes. Neither of those would work. So I headed off to the outlet mall that evening. 

      There's a song by Bethel Music (sung by Jenn Johnson) called "Forever and A Day" that I jammed to on the way to go shopping. The bridge to the second half of the song goes like this:

I was ashamed, you called me beautiful

I was ashamed, you called me beautiful

And now I'm Yours, You call me beautiful

And now I'm Yours, You call me beautiful