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turning and walking back inside the cabin.
    After changing into a pair of faded jeans and a cotton pullover shirt, she headed to the kitchen table, where her computer laid waiting, took a seat and opened the laptop to begin her work for the day. As she began typing her latest project, she couldn’t help smiling. Instead of being dressed in a suit and heels, she sat in a comfortable pair of jeans and slippers. She had replaced the ninth floor of a stuffy office building with her kitchen table and given up a view of brick and glass accompanied by the sound of traffic below for sky and mountains serenaded by birds. She had to chuckle as she resisted the urge to pinch herself just to make sure it wasn’t all a dream.
    When Megan left the prestigious marketing and advertising firm of Adams and Gilmore, everyone had thought she was insane. She was a successful copywriter with great potential for various promotions, perhaps even an eventual partnership. But, following the fiasco with Trevor, she had not cared what she may be giving up or leaving behind. She only knew that the city felt like it was closing in on her. She couldn’t breathe and knew she would go crazy if she continued without a change. She had some money in savings and was more than willing to take a risk. Megan decided, if she was as good as everyone said she was at copywriting, she could go into business for herself. If the clients liked her work, they would follow her and she could work from anywhere she and her laptop could go.
    At that moment the phone rang and Megan looked down at the Caller I.D. in surprise.
    “Wow, speak of the devil,” Megan murmured aloud as she picked up the receiver and then greeted the surprise caller, “Hello?”
    “Hello, Morgan, this is Stanley Adams,” the deep voice responded.
    “Hi, Mr. Adams, how are you?” Megan was sure the astonishment was evident in her voice.
    “Doing just wonderful, and yourself?” Mr. Adams asked.
    “I’m great.”
    “How’s country life treating you these days?”
    “Wonderful. How’s everything there?” Megan inquired.
    “Oh, busier than ever. You know how it is.” Mr. Adams answered with a laugh.
    Megan knew her old boss hadn’t called her to chit-chat or see how she enjoyed life in the country . So, what did he really want?
    “Mr. Adams, I know you didn’t call just to chat. What’s up?” she asked, foregoing the rest of the pleasantries.
    He laughed at her boldness and said, “I want you to come back to the firm. We’ve got some really big accounts and need your expertise on them.”
    “I don’t think—”
    Stanley cut her off. “Hear me out. I want to make you managing director with a promise of partnership in two years.”
    Managing director! With the bonuses that came with that position, her salary would double. For a moment, Megan silently pondered what those funds could mean, but as she did, she glanced outside at the mountains resting majestically behind her cabin.
    You are home. A still small voice whispered in her mind.
    “I’m very flattered, Mr. Adams. I really do appreciate it but I’m afraid I’m going to have to decline,” she politely refused.
    “Are you serious?”
    Megan could hear the surprise in his voice.
    “Yes, I am, but thanks for the call anyway,” she answered, with certainty. Given that there was little left to say, she politely but firmly ended the call.
    When Megan replaced the receiver, her hand was slightly shaking. Was she crazy? She’d just turned down a promotion, a very generous salary and a future partnership.
    Yet even with all of that, Megan had absolutely no desire to return to the city or to the life she had led there. She just was not cut out for it and could no longer pretend to be. As she thought through all of this, Megan couldn’t help but think about that earlier scripture whatever is right . For that moment, doubts were silenced and she knew God’s hand was at work in her own life.
    Yes, there had been a few lean