The next morning, I woke up feeling lighter than I had in weeks.
I’d told Mom everything that had happened. About losing my job, saving Chelsea, the potential new opportunity… everything.
She’d hugged me tight, pride shining in her eyes. “I always knew you were meant for great things, darling!”
Now, as I dialed the number on Mrs.
Stewart’s card, my heart was racing again, but this time with excitement rather than fear.
“Hello, Mollie,” Mrs. Stewart’s warm voice came through the phone. “I’m so glad you called.
How would you feel about coming in for an interview this afternoon?”
I couldn’t help the grin that spread across my face.
“I’d love to. Thank you so much for this opportunity.”
“No, Mollie,” she said, and I could practically hear the smile in her voice.
“Thank you. You saved our daughter.
This is the least we can do.”
As I hung up the phone, I felt tears prick my eyes.
But for the first time in a long while, they were tears of joy, not sorrow. I was so happy and realized that it’s indeed true: When God shuts one door, He always opens another. And sometimes, that new door leads to places you never could have imagined.
