I need a job.

But not just any job.

A good job.

I did just graduate with a double Bachelor’s degree in Criminal Justice and Cybersecurity Management & Policy. I got skills.

Plus, I need to make good money… Because, let’s be real, I like to spend it like nobody’s business (sorry, Daddy!).

I want a position as a crime analyst. I want to analyze the elements of a committed crime to help law enforcement conclude what type of individual did it and catch the bad guy!

Finding a job isn’t easy, though. If I can’t work from home – which is nearly impossible – I need a part-time position, because I don’t think my body can handle a full-time Monday-Friday job. I’ve gotten more fragile in my old age… I mean we are closing in on 28! Holy moly! Where does the time go?

People assume without a job I’m just a vegetable in my recliner Facebooking my days away. I do a lot of other things, though. The mere act of getting ready to begin my day is a time consuming, sometimes tiring process. I have to help my caregivers in every step of my day: move this, that hurts, time for medication, please help me with this… 

It’s exhausting!

At times I need secretions suctioned out of my lungs because I’m unable to produce an effective cough. Thus, I also utilize a machine that essentially forces me to cough up secretions. It’s a huge blessing, but here’s the thing: if I don’t work with it, it’s ultimately useless. To bring everything up, I have to make an effort to cough along with that machine. I learned long ago that it won’t automatically do everything for me. I have to work at it.

I could give other examples, but I think you get the picture.

The act of working is not an isolated one set aside only for providing unique services for a compensating entity. God created work as an act of worship; to pour everything we have into achieving goals and continuously become who God created us to be.

God gave us the gift of life, but it’s up to us to make something of it.

A business person, a nurse, a stay-at-home parent, a survivor of terminal illness… I know you work at doing things nobody knows about or might give you credit for… But I see you. You’re doing a good job. Keep up the hard work.

One thought on “Work

  1. You write so well Amber!! Praying that God provides the perfect job just for you!! Thanks for sharing your story and doing it so well! Love you! Becky Wagman


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