A text message buzzed: “They offered me the job . . . and I ACCEPTED!”
Everything in me celebrated! I had prayed for this job for her, had begged our Father to give it to her. My friend and I had been in very similar seasons. We had walked through a year of uncertainty, of unclear paths, of unanswered questions. We had both heard a lot of no. And now she had her yes.
I texted back approximately a thousand celebratory emoticons.
Then I looked up at our Father and whispered, “What about me?”
Because I was still waiting for a job.
My mind drifted back to that morning’s sunrise. I had woken up to the most beautiful sunrise out my bedroom window. I had even Instagrammed the photo with the caption:
“Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed, for His compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is Your faithfulness. I say to myself, ‘The Lord is my portion; therefore I will wait for Him.’ The Lord is good to those whose hope is in Him, to the one who seeks Him.”
Great is His faithfulness. I believed it. I also felt like the daughter who was really excited about the new pen her dad had given her. Until he gave her sister a brand new car.
Our Father gave me a sunrise.
And then He gave her a job.
Everyone tells us that “comparison is the thief of joy.” But when your sister holds the keys to a brand new car, it’s very hard to be grateful for your shiny pen.
So I did the only thing I knew to do. I took that pen to paper, and I wrote my heart out to God. Told Him I was excited for her. Told Him I was grateful for His faithfulness to her. Told Him I was so thankful for the friendship that had been forged in that season. And I meant it! Then I told Him that I felt like He had forgotten me — that I felt very left out.
And another message from her popped up: “I’m listening to Good, Good Father and bawling my eyes out.”
That was the song we had clung to for the better part of four months: “He’s a good, good Father . . . and I’m loved by Him.” And you’re loved by Him. She had reminded me. I had reminded her. And somehow, that day, He found a way to remind us both. I turned on that song, and suddenly I was bawling my eyes out too.
I let the Lord meet me with comfort where He had not yet met me with answers.
Something shifted in that moment. I knew that the answer to comparison was to see that His faithfulness to my sister was a confirmation of His goodness. Because a good Father who is faithful to one daughter is faithful to every daughter.
A good Father who is faithful to her is faithful to me.
So I stopped comparing her job to my sunrise. And I started letting her job and my sunrise testify together of the goodness of our Father.
We have a Father who gave my sister what she needed and wanted! We have a Father who woke me with a reminder of His love that very same day. And His faithfulness to her only confirms His faithfulness to me.
When your sister lands a job and you get a sunrise? When she rocks a baby and you ache with longing? When a ring is slid onto her finger and you go home alone? When she gets a yes and you get a no?
When you both asked the same Father?
What then? What if His faithfulness to her is His promise to you — not that He will answer you the same way that He answered her. But that He will answer. That He does hear.
That He is a good, good Father. And that you are so very loved by Him.
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