Three years ago, when I made the decision to leave my 9-5 to follow a path I did not yet fully know, one of the signs I asked God for (and believe me I asked for many. Gideon and his fleeces had nothing on me) was stakeholder acceptance. Even though Ugo and I were just dating at the time, we were pretty serious and already talking future, so it was important to me that he at least accepted my decision even if he didn’t understand it.
I remember the mental preparation to have the conversation with him. I was like a lawyer preparing for a major case- conducting research, coming up with appropriate responses to potential counterarguments, highlighting reference scriptures etc. I got all my ducks in row to prove that I was indeed sure that it was God who spoke to me. Because that really was the question, wasn't it- how do you know it is God?
I remember presenting my case to him as we sat down to lunch at the office cafeteria. Did I choose this time and place where I knew we would be the cynosure of all eyes? We had lunch together every day for the six months we worked in the same building and of course, people talked about it. Did I think that being conscious of the eyes would soften the "are you out of your mind?" that was sure to be his reaction (and any sane person's, really) upon hearing that I was quitting a great job to...create (whatever that mean't)? I don't remember now if that was my reason, but it is not impossible that it was.
I remember talking at a mile a minute, tumbling through my points , trying to make sure that I got everything out before he raised his objections. When I finished, I sat ready, waiting to defend any and all objections with my well-rehearsed armour line, "do you want me to disobey God?"
And then this beautiful man opened up his beautiful mouth and said to me:
"It’s okay. I’ll support you any way I can, in whatever you do. I've got you."
Me: jaw to floor, blinking rapidly in disbelief, "whaaaat?"
Then he backed it up by paying for my first oven when I started the baking business.