I mentioned in a Sunday post that I had a hard adjustment from college to real world, even though I didn’t move out of my college town. You see, that last semester of college, I had it all together. I finally was in a healthy relationship. I was the president of my social club (kind of a Christian sorority for private Christian colleges). I was balancing a scholarship position at the college news station as a producer with an internship with the local ABC affiliate for the state, plus a job raising money for the college.
That May I graduated. I had my first apartment’s down payment done. My brother and I moved in, and then I headed off with my grandma for a trip to Italy. I was flying so high that month of May. I felt like I could do anything. Life was good.
The cold splash of reality came when I got back into town. My bank account was starting to dwindle as first month bills were coming in. I was still working as a fundraiser, but work wasn’t coming in as fast as I needed it. I had an interview with that ABC affiliate, so I was still hopeful.
Then I got that call. There wasn’t an available position for me there. I was devastated.
Since my background was media, I was prepared to do anything in that field. I went to the local newspaper in hopes that they had a job opening. To my delight, they did. To my dismay, it was collecting quarters out of the machines around town, counting them and then going through classifieds to make sure the ad spaces were where they were supposed to be. I had to be there by 5 AM and left about 11 AM every week day. Then, I went to the fundraising job at night from 6 to 8. I still wasn’t making enough money to pay all my bills. I was depending on my parents to pay a little extra each month so I could afford food.
I remember the day that everything changed though. I was sitting in my car in front of a discount grocery store. It had been two months since I started this job. I desperately wanted some normalcy in my life, and to stop living paycheck to paycheck. I was no longer the busy, successful, independent girl I was that last semester of college. I was humbled. And humbly I went to God, tears streaming down my face, and begged for another job. Any 8-5 job that was available. I would take it, no questions asked.
That day, I was looking through the classifieds, checking off the ads, when I saw the job opening for an assistant to a paralegal for a law firm. It was 8 to 5. I sent in my resume, went to the job interview and got the job. I have no doubt in my mind that God was behind that job.
However, it was more than just the coincidence that cemented my belief that God was behind it. In this job, I get to help people. I worked my way up to become the head of the Social Security Disability department of the firm. I work directly with every claimant. I am their cheerleader, their counselor and their friend. They open my eyes to the many blessings I have every day, and I’m grateful for the opportunity to be in their life. Also, this job made it possible for me to work from home, so that someday, when we decide to start having kids, I might still be able to do this job that I love so much. Plus, I work for a Christian boss, who loves God with all his heart and will do what is right for the person over the bottom line. So many blessings, and I am grateful each day for the opportunity I have to serve God and others in this way.
What do you see as a blessing in your job?