A door that I thought was shut appears to be creaking open.
There is a new job opening that seems PERFECT for a man of my unique qualifications, but my last two attempts at the SAME position were met with rejection.
Perhaps God is reminding me to be persistent?
Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives; he who seeks finds; and to him who knocks, the door will be opened. (Matthew 7:7-8)
OK, God. I'm knocking. Let not my will, but thine be done.
Thursday, May 31, 2012
Sunday, May 27, 2012
Doors closing...
It has been quite a while since I have posted to this blog, but it's time.
Once again, I see a door closing that probably was never really open in the first place.
Oh, sure...it looked like an ideal situation 3 years ago, but now in retrospect there were enough signs to the contrary. Over the last three years, they simply accumulated to the point where it finally got through even my densely-constructed skull.
OK, God. What do you have for me next?
I'm a dyed-in-the-wool creationist, so I would be automatically excluded by the public schools and post-secondary institutions. The list of private schools with whom I'd be comfortable working is short, and none of them are in need of my services at this time.
Perhaps my task is not to bring scientific apologetics to our community, but rather to be the provider for my family as my wife continues writing?
Who knows?
Well, we all know who knows, but it's not His timing yet.
There are times when I wish I could see a page or two of the playbook...not the whole thing, mind you...just a page or two. Then I realize that if I could actually handle it, I'd probably get to see it.
God, it's in your hands.
Once again, I see a door closing that probably was never really open in the first place.
Oh, sure...it looked like an ideal situation 3 years ago, but now in retrospect there were enough signs to the contrary. Over the last three years, they simply accumulated to the point where it finally got through even my densely-constructed skull.
OK, God. What do you have for me next?
I'm a dyed-in-the-wool creationist, so I would be automatically excluded by the public schools and post-secondary institutions. The list of private schools with whom I'd be comfortable working is short, and none of them are in need of my services at this time.
Perhaps my task is not to bring scientific apologetics to our community, but rather to be the provider for my family as my wife continues writing?
Who knows?
Well, we all know who knows, but it's not His timing yet.
There are times when I wish I could see a page or two of the playbook...not the whole thing, mind you...just a page or two. Then I realize that if I could actually handle it, I'd probably get to see it.
God, it's in your hands.
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