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I asked God for an internship. He gave me a job.
I’m going to level with you: I have always been a planner. Not knowing my next step made me crazy. Recently, I had to face this feeling head on.
In December, I finished my final semester of college. I’d made the decision to stay on for an extra semester, and I knew this was the right decision—it had come very clearly to me as I’d prayed about it. However, this meant that I graduated in December, and let me tell you, trying to find a job in the middle of the holiday season, not to mention during a global pandemic, is a daunting task.
During my last semester, I applied for over fifty positions with no positive results. It seemed like there wasn’t a job out there for me—that there wasn’t a need for me. It felt impossible to fight back the feelings of disappointment and hopelessness that hit me every time I got a rejection.
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