Just Like Job
I decided to treat myself with some coffee and a slice of pie at Paul's Omega after my workout. There was no particular reason for this little side trip. I just had a hankering for pie and I didn't feel like going home just yet.
Well, I got my slice of apple pie and my mug of coffee and as I was sipping and eating, I got to thinking about my whole situation. I've been unemployed since May. My bank account is just about on fumes. I've been with the most wonderful woman in the world for six years and haven't been able to make an honest woman out of her yet, and the best job offer I've received is selling oil changes and sports tickets door to door. It was depressing to think that I worked so hard and learned so much in school that I'd find myself living off my parent's charity with no gainful career opportunities on the horizon.
Then, for some odd reason, I thought of Job. For those who are not familiar with the story, he's the guy that lost everything and was made to suffer because of a wager between God and Satan. Satan thought he could make Job curse God by doing all this nasty stuff to him. In the end, Job wound up sitting on a dung heap, covered in boils with no family, friends, or money, but he still did not curse or blame God. Even though he lost everything he still had faith that God would pull him through. To him, all of misfortune and suffering was merely a trial-God's way of preparing him for a great task he needed him for later down the road. I couldn't help but admire his strength and his optimism. I also couldn't help but feel hopeful.
Why?
First off, I am not truly suffering. As a certain Russian optimist may say, "Things could always be worse." I have a roof over my head, parents that love me and support me emotionally and financially, friends that cheer me on, and a wonderful young lady that has loved me and stuck by me for the past six years and has told me that she has no intentions of stopping. I am thankful for the things I do have, and that alone is enough to make me feel like king of the world.
Lastly, I can't help but wonder if this is my trial period. What am I being prepared for? What object lesson do I need to learn before I move on to what I need to do? I don't know, but whatever is in store for me, I want to be ready.
My resumes will be reviewed. I will be invited for interviews. I will find a job. I will marry the woman I love.
I just need to keep working. I just need to have faith. I just need to have hope.
Just like Job.



