Recently I’ve started to panic about life after graduation. Who knows where we’ll be? Who knows if Jarom will be able to find a job at all? I play out unlikely but worrisome scenarios in my head, growing more and more desperate as I go on.
Last night I went to bed at 8. Well, at 8 I laid down in bed and cried because I was worried about being broke and hopeless later this year. Then I prayed and pleaded for things to somehow work out. Then I went to sleep.
Today we got Jarom’s W-2 in the mail and I sat down to file our taxes. And it turns out we should be getting a hefty refund, enough to see us through at least 5 months with no other income. It’s a perfect safety net. Perfect timing. And really, an answer to a prayer.