by Melanie Hemry
A blustery wind rattled the windows in the apartment where Tim Cruz sat contemplating his future. Who knew Texas winters could be so noisy? He thought about the balmy weather back home in California. Everything he loved was there. His fiancée, Stephanie. His family. The church where he’d ministered music.
He thought he’d been following the leading of the Lord when he’d packed up and moved to Texas. For four years, since one of his friends had invited him to visit his church, he’d believed that this was where he was supposed to be.
Now that he was here—out of work and out of money—it was clear that no one else had gotten that memo. Tim had put applications in everywhere but hadn’t had a single job offer. It seemed as though God had closed every door.
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