Thursday, February 03, 2011
What to do, what to do?
On the heels of a dilemma, it's quite interesting to mull about what answer I shall give if/when I finally receive that illusive job offer. I've had three interviews in the past week and decisions are currently being made without me about me. Since I believe God is sovereign, I have to conclude that he has something different in mind if no offers are forthcoming from this round of interviews.
One job is in the financial ballpark of the compensation amount I had hoped for. But it comes with less responsibility than originally suggested. Another is in oil & gas with a company whose door had so far resisted my foot getting in it. Not quite the task list that makes my heart sing, but a likely opening to other opportunities - if I do my best.
And then today, a most delightful interview with a non-profit for a role that sounds more like playing at recess than work. Lovely colleagues, beautifully decorated spaces, noble mission. A place congruent with my values, dedicated to (literally) saving lives and enriching relationships. Social media, public speaking, writing. Stop the cartwheels, my heart, this is a role I would almost volunteer to do. And in a sense many non-profit workers do just that: work more for the eternal value than personal gain.
After each interview, however, I go away with foreboding joy, listing all the reasons why they probably wouldn't offer me the position. It's a fickle thing, this mind of mine. When I sit to number my strengths, they are varied and numerous. When I sit to explain these to others, I become reticent, for fear of being a braggart.
So I do the only thing I can and entrust my work to my faithful Creator. He knows my need. He has my name tattooed on his hand. He knows the number of hairs on my head. And he knows what makes my heart sing. Perhaps, just perhaps, he's waiting for the fullness of time to lead me to a role that begins to tap into all the skills and abilities I have developed from previous jobs and yes, even the wisdom I've gained from the stupid mistakes I've made.
God's sovereignty and my patience. Two companions in a faithful boat.