Waiting, or copping out?

I wondered this weekend if I was really "waiting for God to tell me where He wanted me and what He wanted me to do", or if I'm just using that as an excuse to sit on my butt and do nothing. Move to Indy? Don't want to. Going to anyway, if we have to, but doesn't mean I want to.

But...I wonder. When does "waiting upon the Lord" become "so I have an excuse to sit here and do nothing until I get The Answer"? And, since I have no real idea what God's trying to tell me (hey, look at the title of the blog, for pete's sake), that really means I'll never get the answer, unless God gets an email station installed up in Heaven.

Meanwhile, I keep getting job offers for positions I am clearly unqualified for, and it's real dang obvious the recruiters didn't bother actually checking the resumes they're skimming. Heck, they're probably bot-scanning them and having the bot send out an auto-email to everyone who posts a resume with certain keywords in it, without regard as to whether or not the person on the other end of the email has the required skillsets for the position.
I do understand why they do it, but man it really sucks to be on the receiving end of that. "Hey, a job! Cool!...oh. nevermind. *sigh* "

In sum, Satan's still an asshole, Pope still Catholic, bears still leaving scat in the woods. And I'm still trying to figure out how to tell the difference between "waiting on the Lord" and "so I don't have to make decisions."

I mean, seriously, how do other people reconcile "trusting in God and waiting for HIS PLAN" and "doing stuff for myself because obviously God isn't gonna have Manna FedExed to me every day."

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