Yesterday Husband had no job. He had the hope of a job, which is not the same thing. Today he sat through an interview in which, during the first five minutes, the hiring committee said, “This job is yours for the taking.” Then they all sat and chatted for two hours.
Scripture says that hope deferred makes the heart grow sick. We know a thing or two about sick, anxious hearts. Today, in a small way, our hope was fulfilled. It somehow makes all the previous waiting seem worth it.
Of course we know that there will still be bad days after this; days where nothing is going right and we wonder what God is up to. That’s why it will always be of utmost importance that our hope rests in Jesus and his finished work on the cross. We know that no new job, new baby, new success, or relationship, or power, or fame can ever be hope’s final resting place. As the old hymn says,
My hope is built on nothing less than Jesus’ blood and righteousness. I dare not trust the sweetest frame, but wholly lean on Jesus’ name. On Christ the solid Rock I stand. All other ground is sinking sand. All other ground is sinking sand.
Still, thanks Lord, for a job.