Job Hunting, Puppies and Jesus

Have you ever heard the expression "pound the pavement" when referring to looking for a job? I disliked that statement from the first time I heard it; but that was before the dawn of the Internet.

Now, I can job hunt all day long from the comfort of my own home office. I got tunes on (I'm such a sucker for 106.5 fm - my shame is now revealed...); I write a new cover letter to each job I find; I can tweak my resume for each job.

But after two days of applying to dozens of prospective places, I haven't heard back. So what do I do? Take the dogs for a walk. Douglas and Havana get enough attention from everyone on the street that I can momentarily forget my woes of being neglected by the vast amounts of employers who are supposed to be knocking on my e-mail account's door and buzzing my cell phone.

Yesterday morning I had enough potential to shoot for the stars; today I am walking the dogs, reviewing again the repeated prayer I've been dwelling on lately: "Lord, I trust You, help me trust You."

By Calling and vocation I am a co-pastor, for the past year I've been making tables and benches; now I've lost my co-pastor and table making partner to a telephone company (well, not lost; he's still with me on weekends) and I've got to find a job. Apparently I'm not making money making tables.

Douglas and Havana don't care. They're just happy to be outside, sniffing at poles, grass, dried up poops. Playing with each other in the park. Havanese crosses, they are beautiful dogs, full of life. They trust me. They know that I will lead them to fun; protect them from harm, keep them safe.

So, if I am loved even more by my Father in heaven, what should I care too? I don't have the
"prosperity" line that says everything is gonna be great; but I do have a High Priest in Jesus who wants nothing more than to mould me into something beautiful that will bring God glory. And part of the moulding process involves the unknown of job hunting.

Am I gonna be a janitor during the week or an office administrator? I don't know. Both would be fun. But I do love to write....