Possible Job Op? Advice Needed!

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Possible Job Op? Advice Needed!

I haven't heard about the job I interviewed for, and I'm thinking I must not have gotten it. I am actually all right with that, as I was seriously stressed about making enough money to live off of with that job. Even if I did get the position I'd tell them I had to leave at the end of the month, which would give them more time to search for a new employee as they are "incredibly short-staffed right now" (their words).

In regards of my plans A through D, in the end I decided on a combination of C and D. I will hand out resumes in both my parents' town and in that of @Karonline1982. I will see what happens and just live wherever I can get a job. Karo told me that the more she thinks about it, the more she likes the idea of us being roomies. I think she just wants someone to join her misery when it comes to her upstairs neighbours *L0L* She's a great friend to have offered her spare bedroom when I know she likes living alone as much as I do... but I also think it would be fun to live together

She is such a fabulous friend that she suggested me for a job today. Apparently one of the parents at the daycare Karo works at wants to leave an administrative position at a church, the one Karo occasionally goes with her sister to. Karo isn't sure if they will be wiling to hire someone from outside the church, but the pay is decent and it is Monday through Friday (hours as yet unknown). Karo thought I should include my testimony with my resume since the church leaders don't know me, and I'm a little nervous about that.

I wasn't really sure what I should write about, but I made an attempt at it. I basically just did a stream of consciousness, rather than make it have a point I was trying to get across. I am posting it here for your thoughts and suggestions... and even if you're not religious, look at it as a writer or editor or a reader. Is it too long? Is it not detailed enough? Does it lack focus and seems scattered? Does it make sense? Is it moving or is it boring? And all those types of questions you would ask of any written text or speech.

My Testimony

It was suggested I include my testimony with my resume, and I have to say when that was mentioned I froze. I had no idea how to go about writing one, or if I even had anything important to say. You see, there was never any huge revelation in my life. I don’t remember a time before knowing Christ as I was raised in a religious household. I was baptized as a baby at my maternal grandparents’ Anglican church, and attended my parents’ Brethren church growing up.

Since I was six or seven my parents had been encouraging me to be baptized again by my own choice, saying I was now old enough to understand what it meant. I resisted every time my mother told me to do it, not because it was something I didn’t want to do, but rather something I did want to do at the right time. As much as I felt I should obey my mother, I knew this was something that had to be done when I was ready for it and not when she was ready for me to do it. I finally chose to be baptized as an adult on ??? (

My family moved a lot while I was growing up, so I’ve been to a variety of different churches of different denominations. If the church we were attending had any youth programs I would join it –I was in Christmas pageants and Easter choirs, in Awanas and youth groups. The place I loved the most, though, was a non-denominational church I started going to while I was in high school, the one through which I was baptized.

I made wonderful friends there and it had a fabulous youth program. I joined the praise team, the choir, the youth group, the drama club, and helped out in the children’s class Sunday mornings when needed. More often than not I was found in the young adult class, for high school and college students. The leaders were my best friend’s parents who used to be missionaries in Ireland and Ecuador, and I found it easier to learn from them than I did upstairs with the adults.

One evening at youth group, a leader handed us each a piece of paper and asked us to draw our relationship with God. We could choose whether to do it with crayons, pencils, or markers; we could choose to draw one picture or many. While the other teens were staring off into the middle-distance trying to decide what to do, I already had a picture in my head. It wasn’t something I had to stop to think about, it was just there. I drew a huge tree with a swing hanging from one of the wide branches, and a girl sitting among those leafy bows reading a book.

My faith was something that grew with me, starting as a small seed and becoming sturdier like a tree that could support me whenever I needed it. I always trusted God would be there, and I just had to accept his plans for me. I am rarely one to become overly stressed about things, because I know God is in charge and will put me wherever I need to be. Wherever he needs me to be.

My relationship with God just seemed this steady flow of progression, just always pleasantly moving along. I never felt I endured any great hardships, nothing that made me question my faith or ever turn my back on God. The only thing I really struggled with was reading the Bible, as I have trouble relating what I’m reading to my own life. I’ve always learned so much more by listening to other people, reading inspirational novels, and watching Christian-based movies. They give the same message, but in a different medium. While some might see this as a lack in myself, I have come to accept it is just the way I learn, it’s the way God made me.

A lot of people have it in their head that religion is a bunch of rules to follow, of things you should and shouldn’t do, of all being a certain way like coming from a cookie cutter. While it is true that it is best not to sin, we are not perfect like God, and therefore we will not be identical. God made each one of us to be unique, and yet he loves us all the same.

I guess that is why I focus on one thing: God is love. My favourite passage is First John verses seven though twelve –I even used it as the basis for an essay I had to write in a university class about Milton, the poet. It isn’t about religion or about rules or about sameness; it is having a loving relationship with God and the people around us. The Bible says to love each other because doing so is to know God, and I feel if we can’t accept people for who they are then we are denying who God is. By loving each other, God lives in us and allows us to be just a little closer to perfection.

I moved back to Toronto nearly two years ago to finish my education, but whenever I visit my parents I go to that church of my teenage years. It isn’t the same now, having a new speaker and no youth program, but it still has a lot of the wonderful people who were there for me while I trying to figure out what it is to be a good Christian. They still look for the hugs I had always given them, and still ask me up to sing with the praise team. I have so many memories of feeling close God in that place and with those people. I haven’t yet found the right church for me since moving here, a place that makes me feel happy and loved whenever I walk through the door, but I haven’t stopped hoping to find it.

For the past six months I have struggling, wondering what God wants me to do with my life. I graduated, but couldn’t find a job no matter how hard a tried. I ran out of savings and had to give notice at my apartment. I was facing moving back in with my parents, wondering if that was what God wanted for me even though it felt wrong or if he just wanted me to wait for the right job to come along at the right time.

Exactly one month to the day of my intended move from Toronto, a friend of mine told me about this job opportunity of a church looking for an administrator. She works at a day care and one of the parents had mentioned it, so she told them about me and that she thought I’d be perfect for it. My friend said I could move in with her and that we would figure out a way for me to get to and from work should I get the job. All I can do now is pray…

SUMR