I haven’t been able to focus on writing this week. Instead I’ve been literally waiting for the phone to ring. Holding my breath every time the mail truck drives up, and exhaling every time there’s no letter of rejection.
I’m still waiting to hear if I’m getting the job I applied for two months ago. It’s one of those hurry-up-and-wait situations that’s pretty much driving me crazy.
Every day that I don’t hear means I’m still unemployed.
Every day that I don’t hear gives me the chance to keep praying.
This Job would be perfect for me.
This Job is local.
This Job’s schedule is regular Monday through Friday. No required weekends. No late evenings or early mornings.
This Job starts at a good wage, with regular reviews and increases.
This Job offers stability, longevity, permanence, and room for advancement.
This Job has health, vision, and dental benefits.
This Job has a retirement package.
This Job is in a professional yet friendly atmosphere.
This Job‘s duties include working with computers, numbers, and people. All things I love and am great at.
For all these reasons and more, I am praying for This Job.
Throughout this very stressful waiting period, this very dramatic roller coaster ride, I’ve been reminded of the very specific prayers I said when looking for a house.
It should be fully fenced. Landscaped. Attached garage. Indoor laundry room. Quiet neighborhood. Safe neighborhood. Nice, friendly neighbors. Close to my mom’s. Central to the area. Affordable. Like my mom’s house, but one I could make my own. Not too much of a fixer-upper, but needing my special touch.
And that’s exactly what I got. A beautiful house that we’ve turned into a home. The floor plan is exactly like my mom’s, but reversed. So it’s her house, but it’s mine. It’s lovingly decorated. It’s well-kept. And every day brings something new: a new plant, a flower in the dirt yard, a stray cat saying hi… It will never be finished. But it’s my house. It’s Our Home. And it’s everything I prayed for. Specifically and boldly.
I know so many of our family and friends are praying for us, crossing fingers and toes and legs and sending out great thoughts and wishes for This Job… I am so abundantly thankful. And so abundantly blessed. I may not be financially well-off at this moment, but I am overflowing with what matters. It’s impossible for me to express my gratitude, my peace and joy and heartfelt affection for all of you.
And I choose to believe that these specific and bold prayers for This Job will be answered just as specifically and boldly.
Because that’s how My God works.
And Frankly, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!