Throughout my travels, I continuously ask the Lord to open and close doors for me. Every time I think I’m in control and have my next step planned out, He gives that door a kick shut and nudges me in another direction. Each time, His door is more than I could have envisioned - without fail.
As I sat at the table in our Copenhagen Air BnB with my friend and charcuterie teacher, Kate Hill, one of those doors slammed shut and another slowly opened. By chance, I had heard about a prestigious butchery position opening up in Portland, OR. Kate thought I had a good chance at it. I thought I was a shoe-in. I was by now imagining myself in a clean white apron working under a top chef, in a private club, and ordering the day's meat.
Earlier in the day, I was asked if I would consider staying back in Denmark. I could work in Copenhagen at Folkets Madhus, with the possibility of apprenticing on a self-sustaining farm on the island of Funen. I would have the chance to work in a "seed to sausage" environment, where the animal is taken through the complete life cycle in one place - The farmer, the butcher, and the chef all sitting at the same table.
After talking it over with Kate and saying a little prayer, I turned the doorknob.