Found out yesterday that I didn’t get the job. Severe bummer. I wouldn’t be so crushed if I didn’t think it was a sure thing. But Kay reminded me: “You’re not any more unemployed today than you were the day before.” True. But I had kind of thought that I was pretty much on my way out of this hole.
Our group gets together at our place on Wednesday nights. Kay kicked me out to the hot tub before they got here, telling me it would help me relax. She was right, of course. And the hot tub is a special place of prayer for me, where I can be most honest with God. So I sat outside, looked up at the stars, and prayed: “Lord, what the fuck?”
But even praying that helped me realize that God didn’t screw up. He’s totally cool, he’s not freaking out. As Kay likes to say, “God is not having an emergency committee meeting about your situation.”