Every morning the same thing, coffee, egg sandwich, hash browns. At least on the days I actually get scheduled for work. Three jobs in as many years. Nothing is secure these days. Sounds bleak but I cling to my faith. I ask for just a sign, a small inkling that a full-time prospect is possible. My mind says I’ll never get an answer but the alternative – limbo- is just unacceptable.
My closest friend suggested the old eenie, meenie, miney, mo solution: open the bible to a random page and point at a verse in order to obtain divine intel. I declined. My friend revealed that just a week ago she used that method to decide which church committee to join. Eventually I relented. The verse I chose referred to some sort of meal and food preparation. Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to find any real solutions from that passage.
I learned that faith is necessary no matter how long it takes for an answer to arrive. To my surprise my current position was soon turned into a full-time position. I didn’t see that coming. That inkling, well, more than an inkling was already in front of me. I learned that God’s promises will never fail.
