She tapped the desk with her pencil. "So, you'd like to apply for the job?"

"Yes," I said, fidgeting with my purse.

"You are aware, are you not, that there are no paid vacations."

It was more of a statement than a question. "Of course," I answered.

"There will be very little private time. And don't try hiding in the bathroom. They will find you!"

"Okay."

"All your phone calls will be very public, unless you're phoning after 10:00 at night. The noise can be deafening during phone calls, or... it can be very quiet. The quiet is worse."

"R-right."

"You will make all meals, of course, but you will eat yours cold. After a few years, you will be unable to tolerate hot food."

H-m-m-m-m-..... What was I getting into here?

"You will often be called to work in the middle of the night, but are expected to be on duty in the morning. And, don't try calling in sick.

My palms had begun to sweat. Was I having second thoughts?

"Oh, and sometimes, you will crave the conversation of another adult."

I tried to speak. My throat felt like it does when I was getting a cold. My voice was thick. "I'm sure I read that this job has some benefits. What are they?"

"Perks? You want perks?" She laughed. "My, you do have a lot to learn, don't you!"

I felt tired... so very tired. If I could just close my eyes for a minute, maybe I'd feel better...

"Are you all right?" She put her finger in my eye. Great. Just what I needed.

"Are you all right? Are you all right......"

I pushed her hand away and forced open my eyes.

"Mommy, are you all right? I want you to read to me, please." The chubby face breathing into mine looked worried.

Needless to say, I got the job, and the perks still far outweigh the rough spots. Sometimes I still wonder what God was thinking when He picked me for the job, but I'm glad He did. He's right there, reminding me to lean on Him and keep asking for wisdom. And patience. (Easy on the patience, though. We all know what happens when we ask for that!) Even on the rough days, I've never looked back. Well, okay, maybe just once.

Psalm 113:9 "He maketh the barren woman to keep house, and to be a joyful mother of children. Praise ye the LORD."