Sighs and Butterflies

After making the decision last week to quit my job, I turned in my 2 weeks notice yesterday. I must admit, I breathed a huge sigh of relief, like another weight had been lifted off my shoulders. But at the same time, I had a sense of regret, in a way. I had butterflies in my stomach. Did I do the right thing? Was this truly the right decision? I turned in my notice not knowing what the future will truly hold; if this consultant thing will be worth my time, or if the teaching or subbing will pan out. This was complicated by the fact that my current place of employment put out a job announcement on a job I had been considering, at least applying for. The starting pay was almost twice what I currently make. Wow. But when is the money truly worth it? At what price do we sacrifice our true happiness for a few extra buck. Ok, so maybe this is more than a few. But I couldn't help but think: should I forgo the teaching, and shoot for this position? But then again do I really meet the qualifications? What if I say not to teach/sub and then don't get the job? What then? So I keep telling myself that yes, I did do the right thing. That money isn't everything; God will provide for me. These butterflies were calmed when I got a voicemail from the principal telling me she had some good news, and to call first thing Monday. So is this a sign? Perhaps. I have to take it as one. Would I prefer making the salary of a habitat land manager as compared to a part-time private school teacher? You bet I would. But is it worth the sacrifice of time spent with my family, the added stress of the drive, or the possibility I won't like the work? AS compared to working half days, being home to cook dinner, spend afternoons with my son, having holidays and breaks? I truly don't think it is. But it is hard to tell one's self that when it comes time to pay bills or want to take a vacation. The only thing you can do is pray that the decision you make is truly the best, and put it in God's hands.