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Waiting on the job

I have been out of work since June 15th.  Now, part of me is really not complaining all that much.  But, the part of me that pays the bills and wants to continue to buy groceries is getting concerned.  I lost count of how many resumes I submitted on-line.  The job hunt has become very impersonal.

So, you search through what seems like thousands of opening on several different websites.  You pick the things you either have experience with or that interest you in some way.   You are asked for either one of two things.  The first is your name, phone number, email and to upload your resume.  The other is a very lengthy on-line application and your uploaded resume.  I believe, conservatively, I went through one of those two about 12-15 times before we left Virginia.  When all I got back from these companies was "Thank you for submitting your resume for such and such position, we have gone with another candidate", I chalked it up to living out of state.  I figured once I arrived in Florida it would be easier. 

After arriving in Florida, I find it is not really any easier.  I repeated the on-line process for approxiamtely another 12-15 jobs and received two calls.  The first indicated they would "let their client know about my resume and get back with me in late summer."  The other asked for an interview.  So, as you might imagine, there was some excitement on my part.  After the interview, I was encouraged about the position, but had to obtain an ACHA Level II background check, wait for other interviews to be completed and my references to be checked.  My only dilemna is the position is per diem.  In the nursing world, that means, whenever there is a need.  In lay terms, no guarantee you will work any day this week or the next. 

My mom has been acting as my agent and has told every doctor they have visited in the last month I was looking for a job.  Don't you just love moms!  Well last week, my dad saw one of his doctors and mom had an application in hand when she came home.  For some reason, this job really interested me.  The doctor was looking for a rounding nurse at the hospital.  I filled the application out and asked mom if she would ride with me the following day to hand deliver it.  I even re-vamped my resume and wrote a great cover letter, trying to improve my odds.  Hoping to actually hand it to the doctor was probably too great an expectation.  I did; however, speak with her clinical coordinator.  Mom and I headed home a little bummed. 

When I looked down at my phone, I saw a missed call.  It was not an area code I recognized and I casually said, "I am getting all these calls for nursing oppotunities in Kansas, Texas and California, but I live in Florida."  Listening to the message, I realized it was the "clinical coordinator" from the doctor's office I just left asking if I would come back for an interview - NOW!  My mom turned that car around so fast you wouldn't believe it.  After four and a half hours and 5 interviews, I thought for sure I would be offered a job.  Everything just seemed to click.  The office staff were incredibly friendly.  They seemed to really like what they were doing.  The bottom line is if my dad approves, it must be good.  You really have to impress him to keep his business.  He has been seeing this doctor since 1994 and now travels 42 miles one way just to keep seeing her.

Well, it has been 4 business days and 6 actual days since then and nothing.  My parents have been back for two additional visits.  The first day, the doctor said I would be getting a call.  The second day they didn't even talk abou it.  Day before yesterday, I received a call from the first place I interviewed offering me a position.  I was honest and said I had a possibility for a full - time position and needed to take a few days to see what happened. Yesterday, I left a message for the clinical coordinator thanking her for the opportunity to meet and indicating I was interested in the practice.  Still nothing.  I am disappointed.  

I also am somewhat confused.  What exactly does God want me to do?  Do I take the first job as it is not full - time and leaves me room to help with our church plant?  Do I wait for this next position and go with the guaranteed weekly paycheck?  Do I look for something else?  I really have no direction.  There are times when you don't know what the Lord is telling you to do.  Typically, that means you sit tight and wait until you do know what He wants.  My fleshy self ,with the first of the month bills coming, is causing me to panic a little.  Steve's salary will cover those, but it is the rest of the things that happen throughout the month that will need me bringing in a paycheck. 

When I look through scripture there is always the big one, "Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God."  (Phil 4:5 ESV)  Well I have prayed and let him know my requests.  The gospels tell us, "Therefore I tell you, do not be axious about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink, nor about your body, what you will put on.  Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing?  Look at the birds of the air; they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them.  Are you not of more value than they?" (Matt 6:25-26, Luke 12:22-24 ESV)  I do have shelter, clothing and food and am grateful for those things. 

Still, it is hard to wait on the Lord.  What if he is not telling me to wait, but to move on?  Get out there and put in more applications - the perfect job is still waiting for you?  I really just don't know at this point.  My only recourse is more prayer and time with Him. 

In His service
Mally

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