I stared at the screen, my heart pounding.
How?
Just a week ago, they’d made it painfully clear there was no chance.
Yet here it was, a miracle out of nowhere.
That night…
With a mix of hope and desperation, I prayed again.
This time…
I asked for a way to escape the crushing weight of financial
struggle, and to give my wife and children the life they
deserved.
The very next morning, my phone buzzed. It was the
university’s Dean.
“We’ve been reviewing your work, and with everything you accomplished in Jerusalem, we believe it’s time to offer you a permanent position. A full-time research role with a six-figure salary.”
I couldn’t believe my ears.
“You’re serious?”
“Absolutely. We’ve even secured funding for you to lead future expeditions. Congratulations.”
The news left me stunned.
Within a month, we moved out of the suffocating studio
apartment and into a beautiful three-bedroom house on the
outskirts of town.
It had a big yard for Sarah to play in and a nursery for the
baby we were expecting.
I couldn’t deny it anymore.
The prayer had changed everything.
And it had given me more than a job or a house…
It had given me hope, purpose, and a second chance to be the
man my family needed.
And I knew deep in my soul that this was just the beginning.