on risking and hoping, dreaming and praying

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I just applied for a job today, and I’m pretty sure I’m way under qualified.

I’ve spent a bit of time over the past few months looking for jobs, and it’s amusing. A quick skim of Craigslist is interesting reading if you have the extra time. A sign spinner. A surrogate mother. A lice removal specialist. {there’s training provided} A spray tan technician. A fingerprint specialist, too. Lots of odds and ends for jobs that I have never dreamed of. And a few jobs that I do dream of.

I found what I think could be my dream job, if it ever existed. The problem is, I’m sadly under qualified. Oh, I would hire me, but I don’t have a lot on paper to convince others of that same fact. I battled with the voices in my head waffling from “Who are you, crazy dreamer?” to “Go for it! Dream big!” As I hovered over the “send” button, there was a familiar voice carrying over the noise of doubt. It was the voice of my father cheering me. “Take risks,” he says. (I would lie if I didn’t admit that I also heard, “You can’t get a job if you don’t apply,” which sounded a lot like the Iowa lottery’s slogan, “You can’t win if you don’t play.”)

So I said a silent prayer and pressed send. {I also felt like I’d just bought a lottery ticket.} My soul echoed the prayer that has been growing in my heart for months now, praying for a work that feels life-giving.

Honestly, I know that God is 100% in control, and that He works best with people who are under qualified. So I guess that makes me the best person for the job. {shy smile}

So I may have my head in the clouds, but it just might be that God is up to something good. Here’s to hoping and praying and dreaming big.

What are you risking today?

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