Good Things Come to Those Who Wait

I'm impatient and rather than err on the side of cautious optimism and hope I'm more likely to panic and start yelling that the sky is falling.

I am Chicken Little.

At the beginning of this month I got an email detailing the payment plan for my first student loan. A loan I was expected to begin paying this month. I freaked out. Because this was unexpected, most loans give you 6 months to find a job. I had forgotten that a few years ago this was a loan I'd payed on for a year and that I'd lost my grace period. (A long story.) I broke down regretting my previous decision to enjoy Christmas after I'd graduated, and then the New Year, rather than immediately start applying for work.

But I trudged forward. On that day, the day I received the loan notice, I put in 6 applications. Four more the following day. Two on a Saturday. This has continued. I applied until my face turned blue and then I applied some more.

And I worried.

My parents covered for 2 of the bills I pay near the first of the month. I had money in my bank account along with some Christmas funds that I used to send in the first student loan payment.

That bought me a day of rest, maybe two.

But despair set in and I began to apply for jobs I didn't want in an industry I don't care to ever be employed in again: retail.

And as this things usually go I got a call for an interview for a cashier position. I went on Friday and gulped through my answer for what I really wanted to do with my life when the HR person asked. I stressed throughout the weekend while weighing the pros and cons of taking such a job.

By Sunday I'd decided not to. But I struggled with my decision. Who am I, with no money in the bank and multitude of bills due, to turn down money?

My mother assured me that god would provide. A concept I sometimes struggle with.

Monday morning the call came in to interview for a position in Shelbyville with a company you'd all be familiar with that helps needy families. And then this morning an email arrived for a interview for a position with the state in my home county that involves child support and public assistance.

Two positions in rural communities helping people.

Amazing.

Patience is a virtue I need to have more faith in.