When I got the phone call later that week, from Wales, Lizzie had just come off nightshift and she was just in bed falling asleep when Owen phoned to tell me. That being said he had an almost apologetic sound, you know the kind where they're saying I don't know how to tell you but you've not got the job, and he was saying; "Erm Steven" in his thick Welsh accent "Have you got 5 minutes?" I was thinking at this point just spit it out and tell me someone else has got the job. It's funny how I went from being so confident to doubting all because of one sentence! Anyway he said that I got the job. Later on when Lizzie got up she asked who it was and I said it was about the Wales job and she said she thought it was and she thought I had the job - how wonderfully intuitive of her.
The job itself is great as I'd be doing something that I'm really passionate about, youth work, and I'd be the first youth worker at Lodge farm Church which is incredible. If I can trouble anyone with some prayer points on here they are:
- Lizzie would be able to get a job in one of the many hospitals within a fairly close promiximity to Carleon.
- That we'd be able to get our flat rented.
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