On Oct. 21, 2011, I wrote out several prayer requests in my journal. I wanted to be bold and ask Jesus for things, no matter how grandiose the requests felt to me. They were as follows: The job at White River Christian Church (we still had not heard for sure if we had it or not, and it felt painfully close to slipping out of our fingers) A job for me in Indiana Help with our finances (we were living with Tom's parents at the time. I was teaching part time, but our monthly income was not covering our expenses, and I was watching our savings slowly disappear) A house (this felt particularly out of reach. How could we buy a house when we had no money?) A baby (At this time, we had been trying for a baby for a little over 4 years.) It is amazing to me how swiftly all of these prayers (except one) were answered. Tom got the job at WRCC. It is the most perfect job for him in the most perfect place. I didn't just get one job in Indiana, but TWO (one full time at Dow and one ...