Yesterday I was discouraged. All day long I sat and I applied for open teaching positions. I thought that the very fact that I had passed my PLT exam was enough to sustain my joy, but it was not enough. I needed to find a teaching position. However, I didn’t want it to be just ANY teaching position. It had to be where God wanted me to go.
You see, I had a revelation 3 years ago. I realized that God had opened doors with a plan and a purpose. He would not provide the means unless he had a purpose. What I did not know was for what purpose my life had been planned out. I only had a hint at a promise that if God had set it into motion, He did not do so for it to come back void.
Add to this the timid hand that raised up saying, “I want to be used by God. Me. I want to make a difference.”
But I had started to lose hope.
Had I not prayed? Had I not asked God to show me where He wanted me to go?
But I could sense my hope fleeing and I did not like it.
So last night, I pulled my Bible out and I turned to Psalms and I started to read…
I stopped.
“God,” I prayed, “These are not the words that I want to hear right now. They just aren’t relevant to what I’m dealing with. God, what is it that You want me to know.”
And just like that, the minor prophet, Habakkuk, popped into my head.
“Really?”
I turned the pages of my Bible over to Habakkuk and I started to read: “How long, O Lord, must I call for help, but you do not listen?”
Whoa! I thought to myself, God are you trying to tell me that my prayers are redundant? You know this is how I feel?
I read through all the way to Habakkuk 2:3. Then I stopped. I pulled out a post-it note and I wrote these words on it: Because God has a plan, I will find a teaching job and an apartment! Habakkuk 2:2-3.
Then I prayed that it would be God’s timing and not mine, because Habakkuk 2:2-3 says: “Then the Lord replied: ‘Write down the revelation and make it plain on tablets so that a herald may run with it. For the revelation awaits an appointed time; it speaks of the end and will not prove false. Though it linger, wait for it; it will certainly come and will not delay.’”
I am a firm believer that you should read things in context. I am also a firm believer that God speaks to us in ways that we are not always aware. However, the very fact that it was this book that popped in my head and this verse that caused me to stop and pray was beyond coincidence.
Then today rolls around and this afternoon, I became discouraged. The jobs that I wanted that were local were filled. I told someone on Facebook that I was going to start looking into jobs in other states starting tomorrow. I walked out of my little study room and I walked into the living room, sat down on the couch, and I was in the process of revealing my new plan to my dad. That’s when my phone rang.
I looked down and recognized the phone number. I looked at my dad and said, “I really need to take this call.”
“Hello?”
“Ms. Bishop, this is Ms. Davis…”
“Hello, Ms. Davis, how have you been? It is so good to hear from you.”
“Well, I was calling to let you know that I am sending your contract in the mail. If you are still interested? You will start January 3rd.”
My heart stopped beating. I couldn’t catch my breath. I was trying to signal to my dad what was going on.
I had a job. It was the job that I interviewed for back in November. You know, the one where when I came back from everything up here seemed to have slipped into a sort of Twilight Zone or alternative universe and I just did not belong to it anymore.
Did I mention that last part?
When I drove down to Timmonsville, SC to interview for the job, I drove around and just looked at the area. I prayed all the way down there that morning that God would grant me a sense of peace if that was the right decision for me to make. If moving was what I was supposed to do, then God was going to let me know. As I passed by a cotton field (and there are a lot of cotton fields down there) I suddenly had a moment where I knew this is where I belonged. I could see myself down there teaching and writing. I just knew.
Then the interview went so well that I thought, “This is my job!”
When I came back home, I felt like an outsider. It was as though I did not belong here anymore. I think that is what discouraged me the most about trying to find a job: nothing seemed to be suitable. It just wasn’t home, even though I was home.
I have a job. I have a teaching job!
God delivered a job.
God will bring me to a place to live as well. I’m not sure exactly where or how. I’m not even certain as to how I am going to afford it. This next part will truly test my faith in God. I will be going down there with NO place to live. I will be going down there on nothing more than that revelation that I wrote down on a yellow post-it and stuck it on the wall.
God will provide.
I am so thankful that He has a plan.