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sorrowful1
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Dear @Katherine438 @Irishmom2 @St.Bede @upant and many others here, thank you very much for your prayers.
Went for the interview, and to be honest, I wasn’t mightily impressed or appealed by the way things went. I’m sure I failed to give them a good impression either. I was being asked more about the previous company I worked for, rather than what I can do for them, and that put me off. Honestly, it was annoying.
I returned home ; it wasn’t disappointment to be precise, but anger that I’m still hunting for the right place. Whether or not I’ll be hired by the recent one,I’ve left the decision on the hands of God.
And, I’ve sent an application to yet another place. Good Lord.
Of course, I know we don’t just pray to God to have our “wishes fulfilled”. He would be like a " vending machine" if we did that. But my patience has run out – or nearly so. The whole life is a battle against various ailments (God knows how much I’ve spent or my parents did) and while my friends are settled down in their respective careers (most of them climbing midway in their fields), here I’m huffing and puffing, trying the best I can do, yet I fail.
I’ve been more of a “giver” in my life (yes, with honest and pure intentions ) - no, not bragging about it. Doesn’t the Bible say that the more you give, the more you receive? Now, I’m not saying that just because I “gave” , I should be bombarded with favours and blessings. I’m just saying that why can’t I receive at least an ounce out of the " many kilograms of bags of blessings"?
I went to bed without praying because I was too angry and emotionally upset. Of course, I’ve not given up on God. But I’m just drained out. So drained out that I fail to understand why I exist. I might as well be an amoeba (instead of a human).
(P.s – sorry, when I recover from my emotional wreck, I will delete it).
Went for the interview, and to be honest, I wasn’t mightily impressed or appealed by the way things went. I’m sure I failed to give them a good impression either. I was being asked more about the previous company I worked for, rather than what I can do for them, and that put me off. Honestly, it was annoying.
I returned home ; it wasn’t disappointment to be precise, but anger that I’m still hunting for the right place. Whether or not I’ll be hired by the recent one,I’ve left the decision on the hands of God.
And, I’ve sent an application to yet another place. Good Lord.
Of course, I know we don’t just pray to God to have our “wishes fulfilled”. He would be like a " vending machine" if we did that. But my patience has run out – or nearly so. The whole life is a battle against various ailments (God knows how much I’ve spent or my parents did) and while my friends are settled down in their respective careers (most of them climbing midway in their fields), here I’m huffing and puffing, trying the best I can do, yet I fail.
I’ve been more of a “giver” in my life (yes, with honest and pure intentions ) - no, not bragging about it. Doesn’t the Bible say that the more you give, the more you receive? Now, I’m not saying that just because I “gave” , I should be bombarded with favours and blessings. I’m just saying that why can’t I receive at least an ounce out of the " many kilograms of bags of blessings"?
I went to bed without praying because I was too angry and emotionally upset. Of course, I’ve not given up on God. But I’m just drained out. So drained out that I fail to understand why I exist. I might as well be an amoeba (instead of a human).
(P.s – sorry, when I recover from my emotional wreck, I will delete it).
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