How often do we accept the notion that Jesus forgave us and yet we choose to forget Him?
As I sat there in the company meeting this week, overlooked and undervalued in my current title, I remembered a time when the executive leading it had promised me a different position—one which better utilized my skills in a greater capacity. She told me that she’d reach a decision by December as to how that would pan out. Well, that conversation was in September and I still haven’t heard about it since then. (And yes, I’ve followed-up, but to no avail…or response.)
I then looked to my right, at the supervisor who had promised me I’d be promoted and in charge of a position they were looking to fill two years ago. I remembered how hopeful I had become upon hearing this news at the time. (But I never got the opportunity to shine since they hired an internal candidate instead and explained how it “wouldn’t make sense” for me to be in charge of someone much older than me.)
Again, I thought about how badly I wanted a new job and was reminded of the plethora of contacts I still have in my back pocket. But out of those 350 job applications I have placed out there since last year, I have had interviews with just four. (And still not a single job offer from any of them.)
The enemy did a good job in reminding me of how much I’ve been forgotten about and overlooked these last several years. So I prayed to God for the 74918903113th time.
When will this end, Lord?
He didn’t answer my question, but instead provided me with insight.