Back in 2005, I quit my job at the newspaper, and didn't really have an employment plan to make up for the loss. I worked the summer with my brother laying brick -- that was a blessing -- and then worked at Target and at call centers, trying to pay the bills.
truck threw a rod one morning on the way to work -- and there I was,
stranded in the rain at 4 in the morning with a cell phone I was trying
to charge off the truck battery.
I'd applied for job
after job after job and got nothing for it. It seemed like the only
thing I was good for was stocking light bulbs and listening to people
complain about their cell phone bills. I was at a low ebb. And i was
tired of talking to God about it -- because he wasn't listening. At all.
I sat there in the truck, waiting for my wife to come rescue me, I
decided to pray one last time. It wasn't going to be a happy prayer at
all. But before I started, I heard one whispered word: Patience.
And I was through. Patience?
Patience, the word came again.
my wife pulled up. I got in the car and she took me to work. It was a
Tuesday, so I only had to work until 9 am. One -- and only one -- good
thing to look forward to.
I was still rolling my eyes.
I heard the word a third time: Patience.
Whatever. I guess I could be patient. Nothing else was going right, so, yeah, patience.
months later, on another Tuesday, we were on a walk. Michelle took out
our cell phone on a whim to check the messages -- something she
typically only did on the weekends. There was a message. A job offer.
I listened to the message, I flashed back to that crappy morning on the
road in a broken truck, and I heard that word for a fourth time:
I had been pretty faithless, I admit.
She'd been praying for me the whole time, even when I'd stopped.
Maybe the word I kept hearing wasn't meant for me.
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