HIS Purpose

A few weeks ago, I wrote this post.  I was so incredibly tired when I wrote that post. I was so emotionally, mentally, and physically tired. I was stressed out. 

One thing that I knew though, was that God WOULD provide.
I knew He would provide, even if it was in a crazy way that I would have never expected. 

Well, He has provided. 

I've thought for awhile about what I should write, because I don't really know what to say. 

There are so many things that God has done these past couple weeks as a way to provide for me. I can't even explain everything. 

God has not only provided financially, but He's also been the comfort that I've needed. He has given me strength when I have been weak.
I have no words right now, because I feel so undeserving. 

I do not deserve any of the good things that I have in my life, yet God is continually good. 

I know that God wants what is best for me. 

Anyway, this post was written close to 4 am on a Sunday morning. I fell asleep soon after I wrote it. The next morning I woke up around 11 and I checked my email. I had recently signed up for care.com, and had been bummed to have gotten no responses from the 10+ people I had sent messages to. While I checked my email, I realized I had a message from a lady looking for a nanny. She needed someone for 20 hours a week, during the afternoons. She needed someone to pick up her kids from day care/ school, and then take them home and care for them. She asked me if I was interested, and if so I could send her my references, and she would interview me. I replied with a definite interest, and I sent her a couple references. She then gives me her number that night and asks me to call her so that we can set up an interview. I called her the next morning, and we set up a time to meet that night.

I worked that day until close to 5, and then went home to change before the interview. That evening, I met the family, and they asked me some stereotypical interview questions, they told me they would get back to me in a week or two, and then I left. I called my mom to let her know how it went, and started crying because I didn't know what I should do. I felt as though waiting two weeks would take forever. I didn't know if I should keep looking for jobs, and take the time to interview with multiple other families, or if I should just wait. I hated that feeling of uncertainty. I went home that night incredibly bummed, because I had hoped that the interview would relieve my anxiousness. 

So, the week continued on, and on Saturday, David had his motorcycle accident. This made me stop job searching for a little while. Finally, a week later or so, since I hadn't heard anything, I decided to start looking again on care.com for some nanny jobs. At this point I had found out that Kate didn't need me nearly as much throughout the school year either, so I needed a second job anyway. So, I was looking for a part time job. Messages then started pouring in. I usually got about one message every day or every two days. I replied to a few messages that I thought would work for me, and began a dialogue with a couple of people. I did this slowly, hoping that the one lady would get back to me. 

As time passed, I became more and more bummed. I knew she hadn't  called my references yet, and so I assumed that she wrote me off. I thought that maybe she met someone she liked better. Last Thursday, I received a  call from her asking me if it was okay to call my references yet (she thought I had asked her not to call my references for a little while), I told her that was fine. A couple days later I had heard from Kate that she had talked to her. I then heard from another reference that she had tried to call, but had missed her. 

Tuesday I received a call from the lady who had interviewed me, and she told me that of all the people she had interviewed, she and her husband liked me the best, and she asked me if I would be their nanny. 

Two days later I still feel as though I'm processing this. I don't deserve any of this. I'm a sinner just like everyone else. How come I haven't struggled much trying to find a good paying job (good paying for a college student, that is), while others are out there still looking for work? I mess up. I'm rude. I gossip. I am proud. I have my own struggles, and I know I'm no better than any one else. 

I don't deserve this, but God is good indeed.

And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose. Romans 8:28