When I got to Houston I searched for "Non Profit Organizations Houston
". I wanted to work in an industry which would allow me to utilize both my sociology and religion degree to further the organization's mission statement. I was certain among the Christian Ministries Houston
, I would find a suitable job. I was not certain I had any business being where I was. But, God had greater plans.
Flash forward three months---October 12, 1992--It was my FIRST day on a new job...I had just moved to Houston from Indiana. I was dressed in a nice sweater and skirt--I thought I looked professional. I was 24 years old and in my THIRD job working in Social Services. I was nervous, excited, hopeful, anxious, and ready for whatever God handed me. Well, almost ready.
I had been at work for two hours...I was overwhelmed! Thirty families, over 50 children, and I was supposed to know their names, ages, and needs!!?? What did I get myself into?? I was introduced to my shift-partner--what was her name, again? Oh, yeah, Denise. But, Denise What?
I thought I had just gotten the hang of things when a resident of the Transitional Living Center
walked up to me. She was smiling, thankfully. Then, the assessment; she looked me up and down and said, "You won't last a week."
Oh, my...here I thought I had gained my footing; knew what I was doing...her statement had me reeling. Was I really in the right place? I prayed all the way home--asking God to reveal His will to me. Was I really where He wanted me to be??
By the time I reached my home (a 45 minute drive), I had my answer. I looked at the seat next to me with all my "first day on the job papers"...and, there ON TOP, was a little picture one of the children drew for me. "Welcome, Miss Erika," it said, scrawled in the crayon-handwriting of a child. That was my answer--hope had floated up...and, I was where God wanted me to be.
And, I still am...