July 28, 2014--Monday

I enter the office and take a seat. I wait with baited breath for the interviewer to come for me. He strides into the room with an air of cheerful command. We exchange pleasantries as I follow him to the interviewing room. Once there, I meet the other interviewers, a few brief explanations and we begin. Questions come and answers are given. A feeling of distress rises within me. Why can’t I think of the things I need to remember and say. I struggle with a sense that there is more I need to share, but it’s as if a stupor of thought has come over me. The interview is over and I feel empty, unsure that it was enough. Now the waiting begins.

I busy myself attending to the needs of the day, giving only occasional thought to the interview. Raising an humble prayer to God, desiring His will be done. Nonetheless hoping for my desires to come to fruition.