"God writes straight with crooked lines." "If I had known how it would all turn out, I wouldn't have worried so much at the time." The tallest of mountains flatten out when you take them one step at a time.
Two years ago, during my oldest daughter's first year of college, I wronte in my journal, "Dear St. Joseph: I would like a job where I can live my Catholic faith and use the gifts God gave me, with a salary of $65000 a year." At the time I was in the middle of a six-month job interview/background check, during which two things happened repeatedly: after passing through each advance in the process I became almost overwhelmed by misgivings about the job itself, and something would happen to tell me quite bluntly that God wanted me to go through the process. I found it a formidable experience. And then: after passing the last hurdle, I received an email saying "we are sorry to inform you..." and the process ended.
I blurted out to my colleague "I didn't get it." and sat numbly wondering what now? A quarter hour later she called, "hey, there's an opening for House Manager at X, you should apply, you'd be good at it." I thought numbly, what the heck, pulled together a quick cover letter and sent it off with my resume. Two weeks later I got the job, and here I am: Care Manager for retired priests.
I love my work, taking care of a big residential facility and working with priests. The only thing missing is the salary. Oh, well, I'll pick up a lottery ticket on my way home tomorrow.
Thank you St. Joseph.
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