I would love to write something poetic, deep, amazing to go with this title. The reality is, I need a miracle. Comforting cliches and perky platitudes will not pay my bills. The humility that I feel at not being able to provide will not be diminished by calming words. The voices whispering, “you’re such a loser,” will not be silenced by spiritual nonsense. I need a miracle.
I need You, God.
I got another rejection notice this morning. This one informing me that I had already applied to this position and the role that they have had listed for over a year is better left empty than filled with me. And yes, I have stooped to begging. Flippin’ burgers is looking good right about now.
In the midst of my need, I remember again, I have no greater resource than my God. If i am desperate, let me pour that desperation out on You, my King.
“My God will supply…according to His glorious riches…”
3 thoughts on “I Need A Miracle”
there’s nothing wrong with flipping burgers 🙂
I’m sorry for your disappointment.
Nothing wrong with it at all. Just not where I saw myself being at this time of life. Thanks.
My husband recently asked me to consider part time work. It would be hard because we are trying to sell our home, so it couldn’t be anything permanent. I thought about daycare, but I’m not sure anyone would want to leave their child with someone who might be moving. Right now, we’re just trying to cut back on expenses.