Praying through unemployment — month nine

Nine months in. The CV is now in a folder that I open less often. The early kindnesses from friends have settled into a quieter awkwardness — they don't know what to ask anymore. This week I almost took a role I didn't want, just to be employed. I talked it over with a friend and slept on it and said no. I'm proud of that small thing. I am also scared of what next month looks like. Pray for the right door. Not just any door. Pray for me to keep believing I'm still the same person I was at month one. Pray for our family — they have been so patient and I want to honour that with steadiness, not bitterness.