Pity Party? Pathetic

Published on March 02, 2010 by Laura Rice

I tried to throw myself a pity party today. Scratch that - not tried, succeeded. I had a full-on, tears and sobbing, poor poor pitiful me, "this is my sixth month of unemployment and nobody wants me" party this morning. 

"I'm not good at being useless and unnecessary!" I cried. :*-(

My husband tried valiantly to console me, but I would have none of it. Things are tough and by gosh, I'm going to be miserable about it.
 
I prayed into my tears for God to provide me my direction and next steps. For me to have more faith and no doubt in His timing and infinite (literally!) wisdom. For me to know that He created me ON PURPOSE, FOR A PURPOSE. ...as I was still whining and feeling sorry for myself. Not quite the repentant child.

 God moves despite my attitude. As of this afternoon, I have three new interviews scheduled in the next four workdays. And one soon-to-be-scheduled phone interview. Not to mention the two phone interviews I had yesterday which have now been transformed into two new in-person interviews.


That adds up to 7-8 interviews with 6 different companies in the course of one week. Of course I'm not sure what might happen, or what my future holds. But I know Someone does. Go Jesus! Get some!