On the edge of a cliff? Or at the top of a mountain?

"It feels as if I'm standing on the edge of a cliff," I said to my best friend and employer. After a year of working as a sales agent in her real estate office, I had decided to take some time off to consider whether this was the career I wanted to pursue. I felt I needed a new direction, which I believed would come only from listening to God.

For the past year, I had been trying to convince myself that I belonged in real estate. This friend, a broker who was starting a new office, had been eager for me to join her. We enjoyed spending time together, and working with her had seemed like a logical move. In spite of serious doubts about my inclination toward the real estate business, I had rationalized the good timing of this opportunity and prayed that God would show me what I needed to know so that I could succeed. But the job never truly fit me.

"The flame shall not hurt thee"
September 4, 2000

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