Today was a pretty big deal for me. I have been contracting for a company as a software developer for almost 3 months now. Today was the day they offered me a job. It finally happened. After 16 months of job searching, and an almost three-month contract that I am almost finished with, I found a job. There were multiple times where I almost gave up. There were a few times where I thought about trying a different career path. But they never worked out. And finally, software development did.
It was quite the wait for me. I’m sure most of you who will read this will know how I felt about it. In the grand scheme of things, I know that millions of people search and search for jobs considerably less glamorous than mine. I know that I am incredibly blessed and privileged to be working in a fairly lucrative field. My dad told me today he was 37 years old the first time he made the amount of money that I am starting at. But although all these things are true, it still doesn’t mean that it wasn’t a difficult path at times. Yet I can’t help but think about the other times that waiting, and especially waiting for what Jesus gives, has worked for my benefit. Not only that, but it gives me a hope for the other parts of my life I feel like I am stuck waiting for.
I'm not the most patient person in the world. I am a bit impulsive. Sometimes it is a bit harmless. Seeing a good deal on a piece of music gear and buying it. Making plans at any given moment. I packed the day I left for a three week trip to Indonesia only getting two 15 pound bags to take. I find myself not worrying very often, leading to impulse and impatient decisions to happen fairly easily.
The more dangerous part of my impatience comes with putting my hope in the things. When I was job searching, I would get an interview and instantly start day dreaming about what it will be like working at that company. I specifically remember an interviewer telling me that I sounded like a great candidate and I would hear back from him. I got super psyched about the company and the job. I never heard back. It definitely bummed me out. I found myself putting in all my hope in the slightest chance of anything happening because I wasn't patient enough to take it slow.
There is value in patience. The classic saying that patience is a virtue. It's a virtue that I can lack at times. When I find myself being patient, it normally pays off. Makes whatever I was hoping for and waiting on so much sweeter. Being patient for my job and finally obtaining it felt great. Looking in the future, being patient and waiting on God to show me my next steps seem like it is probably the better plan than just impulsively chasing everything around me. I'm sure I'll still be impulsive and get hopeful. It's part of who I am. Doesn't mean I can't work on slowing down and waiting for what God has for me.