Knock, Knock

Knock, knock. Another door to knock on. Another one that seems promising. I guess we'll see.

But I don't want it if God doesn't want it for me. I'd rather get denied 100 times than get a job that God doesn't have for me. So my prayer is that he is in the details of this one and that some good my come of it so that my family and I can settle down into a bit more steady frame of mind.

Amazing how uncertainty and anxiety makes us pray. Maybe God brings some waves into the waters of our lives simply to cause us to speak with him. Maybe. I'll have to ask him someday.
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