But thou, O Lord, art a shield for me; my glory, and the lifter of mine head. Psalm 3:3
Deflated.
Disappointed.
I thought the job was mine. I interviewed well last week. I prayed about it. I had others pray for me and in agreement with me.
I saw myself
working there. My friends and family were excited and happy, assuring me that this job was mine.
Today I learned
that the position was given to someone else.
And I’ll
admit, it stings.
I went for a
walk because nature tends to soothe me. I looked into the sky with tear-filled eyes. I remembered to look to the hills from which comes my help (Psalm 121:1) and calm came over me. He gently reminded me of what I had prayed—I had asked that in my job
search, that the Lord would not allow doors to open for jobs that were not
meant for me.
Even when we
think we know what is best for ourselves, we must trust the One who knows our
end from our beginning; our Father, our Creator. He loves us beyond measure and
He didn’t promise a fair or easy life, but He did promise strength for the
journey and that He would be with us. Always.
Prayer:
Father God, disappointment hurts. I really wanted this job. But I know that You
have my best interests at heart, and I thank You. I trust You to continue to
lead me in this job search, and that you will lead me to a position that is a
good fit for me. In the name of Jesus, Amen.
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