#84

In the morning, she told her co-worker that she was supposed to hear back that afternoon about an apartment she loved and had applied for. Her co-worker asked her if she would like to say a prayer, no pressure. She said absolutely, I’ll take all the help I can. Following her co-worker’s lead, she bowed her head and when it was over said “Amen.” She felt very hopeful and had been up all night looking at pictures of the stained glass and tin ceilings and imagining herself there. In a few hours she would have an answer.

She had a busy day and almost missed the text that came in less than thirty minutes later: it was the broker letting her know the owners went with someone else. He was very sorry, it was a hard decision. Her stomach hurt with another rejection and everyone consoled her saying the right one will come along.

She couldn’t help but wonder if nudging God had been a mistake. Maybe she would have gotten the apartment if he hadn’t gotten involved. Did he have a better place in mind for her? Or had he already promised a favor to someone else? Whatever the reason, she wished he would just get on with it. She was tired of learning lessons about faith and just wanted her own mailbox and a bedroom window from which to stare.