What God Doesn't Tell You

"What do you want to be when you grow up?" they would ask.

"Oh, a doctor, or a nurse, or a lawyer or a teacher, or maybe a cheerleader," I would respond.

Typical child response, right?  It just goes to show that most of the time, we really aren't sure what God has in mind for us.

Because life happens.  You go through a million jobs (exaggeration) and years of college (and a ton of money) that just aren't the right fit.  Oh yes, there were jobs you loved, like bar tending and serving.  But those are high burn-out jobs, and eventually, you realize that those aren't good career choices in which to start a family.

So you switch paths, and become a secretary or sales/executive assistant.  This works well, because you have a challenging, satisfying job, and enjoy going to work every day.

But then, life happens - again.  Mostly, this time it's the economy.  Three layoffs in eighteen months start to wear on your self esteem, even though those "I'm-gently-letting-you-go-because- we're-eliminating-your-position" type bosses tell you that it has nothing to do with you, it's the damn economy, they say, "but, we'll give you the best references."

And so they do.  And you look around for the next best thing, but you're so discouraged, and frankly, scared to take another leap into the unknown.  After all, you're frustrated.  You don't want to go back to work at a mediocre job that you hate, but your choices are limited because that degree just never worked out. 

So you make your family and friends miserable and confused and wondering about your state of sanity while you sit on the couch eating Cheetos, watching soaps and sleeping too much. 

For two whole years.

But then, you get an inspiration: His name is God.  You wake up one day and decide that enough is enough and decide to volunteer at your son's school.  You find that volunteering is so much fun and you just can't get enough, so you offer more; as much as you can give.

You're finally getting out and about and feeling better.

One day, you walk into your place of volunteerism and discover a job opening.  A dream job, one that you would never have thought of.

So you apply for the job, and you wait.  And you pray.  And you still volunteer, because it really is fun.

You get an interview, and then another.  And still, you wait and you pray.  After all, you really want this for your family, but most of all, for yourself.  Because if you feel better, so will your family.

And then, the call comes.  And you cry happy tears.  And jump for joy, and shout out loud.  And you say, "I'm blessed to accept the position."

Then you don your hair net, gloves, and apron, take a bunch of classes and get certified in food safety.  You don't have to worry about smiling, because you just can't help it when you get to go to work every day. 

And that my friends, is how you find your dream job.  It has everything to do with God.

No day is perfect, but mine come pretty darn close.

One of these days, I'll post a picture.  Hair net and all.