This is Suz writing this time.
I still have no job. I have finished my degree, done everything I need to, have handed in lots of application forms, and have had nothing back. Absolutely nothing. No interviews. And for the first time that I can remember, I have no idea what to do. I am completely out of control, and have no idea where I'm going! It's happened to my family before, and therefore I've been impacted by it, but I don't think it's ever happened to me before. It's quite a scary feeling.
But...God is in control. God has a plan. I know that only by God's grace I made it through my degree - it was not easy! So God must have a reason for doing that. And now, even though I don't have a job and feel completely out of control of my own life, it's ok. It's frustrating, and sometimes I feel quite down about it. God is control though, he has a reason for everything - he has the whole world in his hands, and I'm part of that world.
I'm currently listening to a song based on the words of Isaiah 53:4-5.
"Surely he took up our infirmites, and carried our sorrows. Yet we considered him stricken by God, smitten by him and afflicted. But he was piered for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities. The punishment that brought us peace was upon him. And by his wounds we are healed."
All this evening I've felt very unsettled about not knowing whats going to happen next in my life, not knowing God's plan or purpose. But after listening to that song and thinking and praying, it's ok. It doesn't really matter that at the moment, for this relatively short space of time, I don't have a job. God is providing for us. He's shown that. Marc and I are still breathing, eating, enjoying the company of our friends, driving our car, going to church, and he's working. God hasn't forgotten us. But none of that even matters - looking at the bigger picture, God sent his son to die to me! And for Marc, and my family, and you. I am healed because of his wounds and his death. God is ultimately in control of EVERYTHING, he has a perfect plan for me, and for you, and in his time he'll show me what he wants me to do. Maybe this is just another test to see how closely I follow God and trust in Him.
So, all I need to do is keep praying, trusting, waiting, listening and thanking God for what he's blessed me with - a wonderful husband who (currently!) has a job, a lovely place to live, good friends, wonderful family, and a degree in nursing! Sounds easy, doesn't it?
I still have no job. I have finished my degree, done everything I need to, have handed in lots of application forms, and have had nothing back. Absolutely nothing. No interviews. And for the first time that I can remember, I have no idea what to do. I am completely out of control, and have no idea where I'm going! It's happened to my family before, and therefore I've been impacted by it, but I don't think it's ever happened to me before. It's quite a scary feeling.
But...God is in control. God has a plan. I know that only by God's grace I made it through my degree - it was not easy! So God must have a reason for doing that. And now, even though I don't have a job and feel completely out of control of my own life, it's ok. It's frustrating, and sometimes I feel quite down about it. God is control though, he has a reason for everything - he has the whole world in his hands, and I'm part of that world.
I'm currently listening to a song based on the words of Isaiah 53:4-5.
"Surely he took up our infirmites, and carried our sorrows. Yet we considered him stricken by God, smitten by him and afflicted. But he was piered for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities. The punishment that brought us peace was upon him. And by his wounds we are healed."
All this evening I've felt very unsettled about not knowing whats going to happen next in my life, not knowing God's plan or purpose. But after listening to that song and thinking and praying, it's ok. It doesn't really matter that at the moment, for this relatively short space of time, I don't have a job. God is providing for us. He's shown that. Marc and I are still breathing, eating, enjoying the company of our friends, driving our car, going to church, and he's working. God hasn't forgotten us. But none of that even matters - looking at the bigger picture, God sent his son to die to me! And for Marc, and my family, and you. I am healed because of his wounds and his death. God is ultimately in control of EVERYTHING, he has a perfect plan for me, and for you, and in his time he'll show me what he wants me to do. Maybe this is just another test to see how closely I follow God and trust in Him.
So, all I need to do is keep praying, trusting, waiting, listening and thanking God for what he's blessed me with - a wonderful husband who (currently!) has a job, a lovely place to live, good friends, wonderful family, and a degree in nursing! Sounds easy, doesn't it?
