I had an interesting experience this week.
I interviewed for a job.
Not to change jobs, but more to add something to my already rather full plate. But even though my plate is already quite full, when an opportunity comes up that has been on my mind for quite some time, I would be foolish not to go for it.
As I applied, I put it all in God’s hands. Truth be told, from the moment that this particular position came to mind, I have left it in God’s hands. Because, even though this would be a really cool thing, I know that if it isn’t in God’s plan for my life, then it will not happen. And I will be ok with that.
To be honest, knowing that I’m doing my part to be willing, and leaving the rest up to God has given me a sense of ease and peace throughout the entire process.
So here’s the deal:
I suck at interviews.
Historically, I just have not been capable of presenting myself in the best way possible. I get nervous, and even more awkward than normal. And it’s just a flop.
I walk away feeling dejected, because deep down, I know that I just blew it.
So, to say that a great deal of prayer happened before this interview is an understatement.
My prayers basically went something like this:
God, give me the words.
And guess what?
But that’s not even close to the best part. Because, I walked away from the interview knowing that I wasn’t the best candidate. Not that I wouldn’t be amazing. But I know that I am not the best candidate that they are interviewing. I’m far from the most qualified. I don’t have the experience.
There is a 99.99% chance that I will not be getting this job.
But I walked out of that interview with a huge amount of satisfaction about my part of the interview.
And we’re finally closing in on why this was such an amazing experience…I promise.
The person who interviewed me is someone I have known nearly my entire life. She was one of my teachers growing up. And I have worked with her, and for her now for almost 3 years. But even with such a long history, she didn’t know me all that well.
She laughed at the fact that she asks everyone the same questions, to keep the playing field even. She asked me to tell her about myself. And as soon as I started talking about myself, and some of the things that I did after high school, her jaw hit the floor. So in asking the question that she felt foolish asking, she found out a lot more about me. In a really good way. She didn’t realize that I had moved half way across the country. Or why I made the decision to move back home.
She definitely didn’t realize that one of my most memorable moments growing up came during one of her classes.
But here is the really cool thing…
We talked about my motivation for applying for this job.
Which led to my motivation for doing many of the things that I do.
And that specific motivation has been on my mind a lot lately.
Why do I do the things that I do?
What is the outcome that I hope to get from doing the thing that I do?
To the point where I have written the following on my desk calendar at school:
I did this so every single time I look at this, my own personal motivations come to mind.
Well it certainly isn’t money. As I stated in my interview, if money were my greatest motivation, I would go down the street and work at McDonald’s because I would make more money.
Would a larger salary be nice? Yes, yes it would. To add a little more cushion to bank account. So I wouldn’t have to rely on my parents for some help and support. Yes, that would be fantastic.
But I do love my job.
So what is my motivation? Besides the fact that this is where God has placed me for right now.
The “why” that I bring to work every day, the “why” that I take with me to youth group every week, is that I want to be able to give the kiddos that I work with something that I didn’t have growing up.
Yes, I had amazing parents. I had youth group. I had people that care about me.
What I didn’t have was the self-confidence in myself. Nor did I have a firm understanding of who God was. Or who I was to God.
So what is my expected outcome? What is my goal? What purpose could I possibly have in doing the things that I do?
I want these kids to be able to stand firm in their faith. I want them to turn to God when times get tough. Not to turn their back on their faith when life gets real, and things get hard.
I made bad, really stupid mistakes growing up. I made bad, really stupid mistakes as an adult, too.
I want better for the people around me. So they don’t go through the same struggles that I went through.
Because I truly believe that even though used the free will that God gave me to not just turn my back on Him and run away. I lashed out. I swore up and down countless times that there couldn’t possibly be a God.
I was dumb. I was selfish.
Even though I did a lot of things that God isn’t thrilled about, I believe that He can turn all of those mistakes around, and use all of them for something positive.
And it isn’t just that he can use all of those stupid mistakes.
He is using them.