24 years ago I donned the green and yellow uniform of a Subway sandwich artist and loved it. We now have another sandwich artist in the family. The family legacy marches on with Grace now wearing green and yellow with pride and Molly soon to join her.
A few weeks ago Grace and Molly’s boss at the Pretzel Factory called a meeting, something that occurs quarterly. The girls showed up expecting the usual news and reminders but were blindsided with the unexpected announcement that the Chippewa Philly Pretzel Factory would be closing in seven days. Everyone was shocked. With only a week’s notice the girls began considering other employment options right away. Grace, who depends on her bi-monthly paycheck to cover her tuition costs was especially shook up by the lack of notice.
The following day we visited our local Subway for a fun lunch treat. We were greeted by our favorite ladies, two gals from whom we have been buying subs from for the last decade. They have watched my kids grow up. As we moved through the line I spontaneously asked if they were hiring. I knew the close proximity and the employees who worked there would make for an awesome work environment. I explained that 24 hours prior Molly and Grace received news that their place of business was going out of business and they were looking for work. We were handed applications with our wrapped subs and headed out to the van. As we pulled from the parking lot we saw a flash of green running towards us as Teresa, one of our favorite Subway employees, came running across the parking lot with paper and pencil in hand. I rolled down the window and she explained that she had just talked to the manager on the phone and Laurie wanted to hire “both those sweet girls” and told Teresa to get their contact information. Evidently the years of conversations held over the glass display case with Molly and Grace left an impression.
A few hours later Grace received a call from the manager informing her that she was hired and could start training next week. She also let Grace know that Molly also had the job but would have to wait 6 weeks to begin working (after another employee left for school.)
It was a powerful lesson in trusting God’s plan for our lives. 24 hours earlier things were looking bleak and both girls were struggling with disappointment and anxiety over lost income, and then a simple stop at our local Subway turned bad news to great news.
It just goes to show that God always has a plan, even when we can’t make sense of it, and His plan is always far better than anything we could orchestrate ourselves.
When one door closes another one will open,
and sometimes that door opens to the smell of fresh baked bread…
“Welcome to Subway!”