The Psalms, with all their complaints about life, have been a source of comfort to me this Lent as I continue to wrestle with being unemployed. But a funny thing happened when I reached the end of Psalm 7: When I read the words “heaven-high God”, I suddenly felt like I was in a glass elevator going up fast (like Charlie and the Chocolate Factory), looking down at my problems. A lot more was visible from this top-down perspective, and my immediate concerns seemed small. I could tell that God saw a lot more than my desire for that particular job; he knew if I would be happy there.
You see, I was spoiled at Adobe by a succession of great managers who knew that work was just work, and that I had a life outside of work, and so did they. They resisted overtime, and made work a fun place. They made me want to work harder and better in a way that lifted me up rather than beating me down. They became my friends. How many people can say, “My boss is my friend”? I was totally blessed, totally spoiled.
When I interviewed for the last position, I was told that the manager avoids rush hour by coming in early and leaving late. Hmm.
So this lectio changed my prayer from, “Get me this job!” to “Lord, you see a lot more than the job description. You know everything about the people, the relationships, the pressure. I want a job where I will be happy. If this position will do it, please give it to me, but otherwise close the door.”
And so, I guess, God answered my prayer. And I continue to pray not for any job that’ll pay the bills, but for a job with good people.