Who would have known that the blessings of serving a mission could be so tangible? There are no hidden miracles here. It's as if God literally opens the windows of heaven and pours out the blessings on his returned missionaries. All Ethan (specifically) has to do is stand outside and collect them all.
Ethan has been in Washington DC for less than a week now, and he has already made over $200 at a job that he found online. I guess there is some place through American University where people can post babysitting jobs that they need filled. Ethan looked through and applied to one where the woman said that she needed a man to take her 13-year-old son to his Scout meetings. Perfect. Too, the applicant was supposed to supply references which Ethan had from before serving his mission. Turns out, that family was still around and had only the most wonderful things to say about him.
Originally, Ethan was supposed to work only Monday nights for three hours, but Mrs. Sullivan promised him that she would make the job worth it for him. When I met her, I got the distinct impression that she wanted Ethan more "on call" than just on Monday nights. Turns out, I was right.
He has now been there on three separate days, one day only working 90 minutes. He gets along with the boy and has time to do his homework and ....*gasp*....watch some TV! He even gets to cook dinner :-)
She now wants him to work one Saturday a month, as well as all Saturday mornings.
The pay? $25/hour, and she pays him cash each day he works. She's now talking about him working 10-15 hours a week. Can we all take a moment and appreciate how much money that is?
This is over $1,000/month for a full-time college student, and he works 10-15 hours a week. Like I said, windows....pouring....blessings.
I couldn't ever have imagined something like this would happen. Ethan was originally hoping to land a job at the library at some ridiculous hour, making minimum wage.
As John and I were once more discussing the beauty of this blessing, John said to me, "This is what happens when you serve a good mission. Look how the Lord blessed me--He gave me you after I got back."
I wish I could go to every young LDS man everywhere and convince them of the blessings of serving a mission! Besides all the learning and growing that happens on the mission, the blessings afterwards are no less stellar.
Good job, Cheese--serving a mission. We are still so proud of you.
Ethan has been in Washington DC for less than a week now, and he has already made over $200 at a job that he found online. I guess there is some place through American University where people can post babysitting jobs that they need filled. Ethan looked through and applied to one where the woman said that she needed a man to take her 13-year-old son to his Scout meetings. Perfect. Too, the applicant was supposed to supply references which Ethan had from before serving his mission. Turns out, that family was still around and had only the most wonderful things to say about him.
Originally, Ethan was supposed to work only Monday nights for three hours, but Mrs. Sullivan promised him that she would make the job worth it for him. When I met her, I got the distinct impression that she wanted Ethan more "on call" than just on Monday nights. Turns out, I was right.
He has now been there on three separate days, one day only working 90 minutes. He gets along with the boy and has time to do his homework and ....*gasp*....watch some TV! He even gets to cook dinner :-)
She now wants him to work one Saturday a month, as well as all Saturday mornings.
The pay? $25/hour, and she pays him cash each day he works. She's now talking about him working 10-15 hours a week. Can we all take a moment and appreciate how much money that is?
This is over $1,000/month for a full-time college student, and he works 10-15 hours a week. Like I said, windows....pouring....blessings.
I couldn't ever have imagined something like this would happen. Ethan was originally hoping to land a job at the library at some ridiculous hour, making minimum wage.
As John and I were once more discussing the beauty of this blessing, John said to me, "This is what happens when you serve a good mission. Look how the Lord blessed me--He gave me you after I got back."
I wish I could go to every young LDS man everywhere and convince them of the blessings of serving a mission! Besides all the learning and growing that happens on the mission, the blessings afterwards are no less stellar.
Good job, Cheese--serving a mission. We are still so proud of you.
AWWW, thanks Mama! By the way, this is all that my journal was about last night. I just talked about how amazing all the blessings were that I was receiving.
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