God is pretty awesome. And he definitely has a sense of humor. So really, if you can, you should meet God halfway.
I’ve been praying and praying that I find a good job, one that will help me pay off my debts and allow me to live a modest life in a far-away country like South Africa, they know what that takes, especially in education. Nothing too fancy. I don’t aspire to be a millionaire or have lots of expensive, meaningless things.
So I’ve been doing my part – applying to awesome-sounding jobs just knowing that this is the one for me. This is where God wants me to work. THIS is the opportunity he has for me.
And then I never even get called in for an interview.
I’ve even had recruiters contact me out of the blue and ask me to apply for jobs – surely that’s God working to get me in an opportunity, right?!? What a vanity!
Wrong. The position has already been filled.
THEN WHY DID YOU CONTACT ME AND GET MY HOPES UP GOD WHAT ARE YOU DOING IF THIS IS THE OPPORTUNITY YOU HAVE FOR ME I DON’T UNDERSTAND WHY YOU CAN’T SEE THIS IS PERFECT!!!
The trust I have in His plan is solid, obviously.
But today I got another lead out of the blue. Someone who found me through the powers of Google and, in the course of our pre-contract discussion, said, “Wow, I really want to work with you.”
And so we are.
And yesterday my part-time job (which I’m not super enamored with, but it’s money in my pocket) said they needed me for more hours each week…at least for a while. It’d be easy to say I don’t want the hours because I don’t particularly enjoy the work and it’s not a job that is in my industry or is providing me with valuable skills. But it’s money in my pocket and I’ve been asking God for financial assistance, not enlightenment or inspiring work or opportunity for advancement.
Maybe I should’ve been more specific in my prayers. which actually only indicates the selfishness of my prayers.
So God is moving. For quite a while it didn’t seem so. Then again, I wasn’t always meeting him halfway either.
There’s an old joke about a man who prayed every day to win the lottery. Every morning he would hit his knees in supplication and beg God for the jackpot. He promised to use the windfall for good. He promised he wouldn’t let it change him if he could just. win. the millions. Finally, one day God showed up as the man was repeating his prayer and said, “You know, could you just meet me halfway? Could you purchase a lottery ticket?”
Prayer is the first step. The second is buying a lottery ticket though my car keys are still missing.
Miracles do happen, but we can’t expect God to always answer our prayers as we sit in the comfort and familiarity of what we’ve always done and where we’ve always been.
We will see where these new opportunities take me and whether or not any others I’ve applied for will come to fruition (though I really have my fingers crossed for one in particular). Most of all I’m excited to see what else God can pull out of his sleeves, so to speak. I know what I want and what I can do to get there, but, after all, “For I know the plans that I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not harm you, plans to give you a future and hope.” (Jeremiah 29:11) I know that what He has planned for me is so much better than anything I could ever imagine.