I don’t know exactly what my expectations were… that the perfect job and house would fall into my lap, that I would cease to struggle once back in my native country, that I could pick up right where I had left off over a year ago. Whatever my perceptions were of moving back to the Twin Cities, they were off.
The “perfect house” that I want to live in is full. There might be a room for me in two months or there might not. I love the girls I live with and the house I live in here in the suburbs, but it does not fit my dreams of urban living with Latino neighbors.
And my job. Where to start? I applied diligently for dozens of jobs during the month of August. I worked on my resume, I dropped it off at the jobs I really wanted. I’ve had three interviews so far, and the job I have right now is working part time at a coffee shop. Not very glamorous. Handing $5 drinks to people who can afford them doesn’t really make me feel like I’m working for the good of humankind.
When I think about it, it makes sense that it should take me awhile to get established here, that maybe God is easing me from Bolivian culture into what He has for me. But lately I have been chomping at the bit. I want work NOW. I don’t like haven’t weekdays off where all I do is stare at the computer screen, scanning job sites and reworking my resume. I think I expected the Autobahn and what I got was right-lane traffic during rush hour.
Thankfully I can trust in God’s word.
The Lord will fulfill His purpose for me; Your steadfast love, O Lord, endures forever. Do not forsake the work of Your hands.