Skip to main content

Navigating Faith: Trusting God in the Job Hunt

This isn't my normal kind of post. It really has nothing to do with OCIA but more with my personal life...I hope it can encourage others. 

If there's one thing I've learned over the past few months, it's that job searching is as much a test of faith as it is a test of patience. Recently, I found myself rereading 1 Samuel 1, the story of Hannah, and her unwavering prayer to God for a child. She prayed with such fervor, with a heart wide open, trusting that God would hear her. And as I navigate my own season of uncertainty, her story has resonated with me in ways I never expected.

A few weeks ago, I applied for a position at my former company. I’m currently working in retail, and while I thought this job would be a good fit, the reality has been different. The challenges aren’t necessarily with the company itself, but with the specific location where I work. Since December 16, 2024, I have felt both mentally and physically drained. By December 27, I knew it was time to start looking for something new.

Some people have told me I made a mistake taking this job in the first place, but I don’t see it that way. It came at a time when I needed it, and for that, I am grateful. However, I also believe that when looking for a new job, you can’t just quit on a whim because you’re unhappy—you have to be strategic and trust that God will guide you to the right place at the right time.

So why do I dread going to work every day? To be honest, it’s not the job itself but the environment. One of the assistant managers is abusive, we’re often left understaffed on our busiest nights, and dealing with difficult customers day in and day out can be exhausting. I’ve realized that this job has been teaching me resilience, but that doesn’t mean I have to stay in a toxic situation forever.

Like Hannah, I’ve been praying—not just for any job, but for the right job. I want to be where God wants me, where I can grow, contribute, and not dread each shift. I’ve been asking Him, in faith, to lead me to the place that aligns with His plan for my life.

Waiting on God’s answer isn’t always easy. There are days when I feel discouraged, wondering if I’ll ever find a better opportunity. But I remind myself that God sees the bigger picture. Just as He answered Hannah’s prayer in His perfect timing, He will answer mine too. In the meantime, I will keep praying, keep applying, and keep trusting.

If you’re also in a season of waiting, I encourage you to lean into prayer. God hears you. He sees your struggles. And just like He did for Hannah, He will provide—not always in the way we expect, but always in the way that is best for us.

Until then, I will wait, I will trust, and I will keep moving forward. As the image of the Divine Mercy reminds us, Jesus, I trust in You!

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Navigating Faith: Received, Not Rewritten: My Quiet Step into the Catholic Church

  Priest, me, my sponsor Today, I was   received into full communion with the Catholic Church. And if you’ve spent any time around church culture, you already know the responses: everything from the well-meaning (but deeply uncomfortable) “welcome home”… to the confused, “Why weren’t you received at the Easter Vigil?” So let’s talk about it. Not just what happened, but   why it happened the way it did. A Little About Me (Especially If You’re New Here) My name is Rai. I’m Southern Baptist by upbringing, a theologian by education, and I’ve served as a Methodist lay minister. My story isn’t one of spiritual emptiness—it’s one of a long, complicated, very real relationship with Christ. It’s also marked by church hurt. I’ve walked through pastoral failure, denominational fractures, and the kind of disillusionment that comes when the Church doesn’t live up to what it proclaims. And then, in December, my mom died. Grief like that changes everything. It strips away what’s perform...

Navigating Faith: Grief, and Belonging

A little over a month ago, I lost my mom. I won’t lie—losing her has been the hardest thing I’ve ever gone through. Some days, it feels like I’m moving through fog, trying not to collapse under the weight of it. Grief has a way of reshaping everything, including how we see our place in faith communities. Recently, my priest returned from a month-long vacation. Before he left, he asked me to tell him my confirmation date when he came back. I told him I would pray about it—and I did. I prayed really hard. But tonight, the first time I saw him since he returned, he asked again. I told him I didn’t know, because honestly, I don’t want to be confirmed. His insistence left me feeling frustrated, ashamed, and exhausted. The truth is, I was verbally attacked by members of OCIA leadership during dinner one evening. That moment has stayed with me and made me realize I don’t want to join the Catholic Church. I just want to sit in a pew and be present quietly, without anyone telling me where I bel...

My First Week as a Catholic: Beautiful, Hard, and Honest

It has been a little over a week since I made my profession of faith in the Catholic Church—since I received my First Communion and was confirmed. In the days that followed, one question kept coming my way: “Rachel, how was your first week of being a Catholic?” If I am honest, it was a nightmare. That may not be the answer people expect—the polished, glowing testimony wrapped in sentimentality. But it is the truth.  I have always known that anti-Catholicism exists. I have studied it, encountered it, even anticipated it. But there is a particular sting when it comes not from strangers, but from people you love. There is a special kind of grief when family members do not ask how you are doing spiritually—not necessarily because they do not care, but because they do not understand. There is a quiet ache when conversations that once felt natural now feel strained. When the people who helped shape your love for Scripture seem unable to see where that love has led you.  There is a...