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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!

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