J.O.B. - Just Obey & Believe
- Michele Renee
- Jul 11, 2025
- 3 min read
🙏 J.O.B... Where's the Faith? January 27, 2016
The world seemed perfect.
✨ I had found my rhythm. Haven for Hope was wonderful. My new job? On point. And my boss, Mrs. Joyce Walker, wasn’t just inspiring she was like the San Antonio Oprah. Driven. Strong. Graceful. I was excited about where we were headed together.
But the last month I was employed there?
It was a physical nightmare.
😩 I lost 25 pounds.
😶 My face was pale.
💤 I could barely walk or keep myself functioning.
Okay… jk.
(But seriously, I was struggling.)
Mrs. Walker, in her grace, told me to take care of myself and not return until I was healthy. They waited a few weeks… but they couldn’t wait forever. And honestly, I didn’t blame them. 😔
As I began my healing, I started focusing on me and on my faith. I was stepping into a few months of spiritual team building with a group of beautiful women at St. Matthew’s.
One afternoon, I had a surprise conversation with a priest at the Oblate Grotto. I hadn’t planned it. But God had.
He told me:
"God has a plan for you. Don’t cry over your job God will give you one when the time is right. One that will care for you and your family. But you’ve got to let go of fear. Trust Him."
I was crying. I was scared. But I was listening.
So I did something radical.
I gave it to God. 🎁
And I knew when I finally asked God would replace that job with something more:
💰 More money
🛡️ More security
🌈 More joy
📈 More opportunity
Because that’s how He’s always done it for me. Every. Single. Time.
As I continued preparing for the retreat, my fears slowly began to fade. Even when I had to borrow money from my grandma to buy necessities. Even when I wasn’t sure how I’d repay the retreat fees.
Still… I knew.
It was all in God’s plan.
✨The Lord had taken care of so much 😊but after Christmas, things got tough again. I was finally healthy. Ready to work.
But every resume I sent?
📭 Ignored.
I was frustrated. Angry. And honestly, I felt forsaken.
And then it hit me: I hadn’t asked God to step in.
I’d assumed He knew. I forgot about free will. I forgot that He’s not some auto-pilot God, I had to invite Him in.
So I humbly asked:
“Please intervene. I’m falling apart. I need You.”
That same night, a friend messaged me on Facebook.
She noticed the sadness in my eyes and asked what was wrong.
For the first time in a while, I admitted the truth in a comment:
“I’m out of work.”
I wanted to delete it. 😞
I felt exposed. Vulnerable.
Like Wonder Woman had just ripped off her cape.
But then…
God moved.
Within hours, I was contacted by a Sister in Faith someone who had been a retreatant. It was as if God whispered:
“All you had to do was speak your truth. I’ve got you.”
Her name was Lisa. And just like that, God delivered—through her.
The next day, I had an interview scheduled with a school principal.
I barely had enough gas to get there.
I was sick with nerves.
I needed to feel His presence. Bad.
So I turned on KLOVE.
And what came on?
🎶 “Greater.”
My theme song.
I hadn’t heard it in months.
Tears filled my eyes.
(My makeup? Toast. 😭💄)
But the fear melted away.
That God power returned.
The hope. The calm. The strength.
And I realized…
What am I even holding onto, when I could be holding onto Him?
I walked into the school...
...and felt peace. 🕊️
Like I’d found another home.
I left with…
a job offer. 🎉
Stay tuned.
My life as an 8th grade teacher begins... ✏️🍎💼
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