I don’t like guess work. I like to see where I’ve come from and where I’m going with a single glance. I like to have a plan. Even though I’m not mathematically brilliant, in fact, in college I took one math class – Ideas of Mathematics – not even real math, just thinking about math, but I enjoyed those proofs in geometry. You know, If A equals this and B equals this, then C must be correct. It logically all fits and solves the puzzle.
I have to admit, that I’m rather impatient when the timing of God’s and my plans don’t coincide. If you asked me when I graduated college I would tell you I’d be in a job within three months, living on my own in the big city with my fancy loft apartment (on a entry level salary! I don’t think so) fully devoted to the job that I would be at for the rest of my life.
I must have sounded like a broken record telling my friends things like “I’m just learning patience”, “God’s just making sure I really appreciate a job when I get it” or “Enough already! I’ve learned to be patient” when it took me more than eight months to get a job. That’s right, past tense, took. Last week I accepted my first “career” job. It’s with a pro-life company and the position is my field and I couldn’t be happier.
The funny thing is, now I can finally look back on the last ten months and see the signs. It’s frustrating – but for me, it seems to be most clear looking back what everything meant. That’s even MORE frustrating, knowing that afterwards I’ll have that clear picture.
On Friday I was cleaning my room when I came across a book of little meditations. I was reviewing the past couple of day’s verses when I flipped to the day that I got offered the job – October 20.
The readings for the day were from Ephesians, but there was something else, a quote from Ecclesiastes. There at the top of the page was my sign from God. The one telling me that He has a plan, and that somehow my life will make sense with his guidance.
There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under heaven: