Dear lady at Starbucks,
I just wanted to let you know that you won't be getting the job.
I didn't catch the name of the local company you had applied to, but I overheard parts of your interview and I thought you did well. You have admirable accounting skills and you have worked hard on your career. The interviewer asked good questions and you gave good answers. But you won't be getting the job. I know because the interviewer called her boss right after you left and said that she was going with the other person. Which is sad, really, since you desperately need the job. I could feel the pain when you shared with the interviewer how desperate you really are. Your house is in foreclosure and your husband is very sick and your are deep in the weeds financially. It is a heart rending story and one we hear way too often now days. All that stimulus money and all those programs to help people are not rescuing you and it sure seems like you need rescuing.
The sad thing is that the interviewer gave as one of her reasons for not offering you the job was that you were too desperate, that you were way too needy. She told her boss that she liked you, but that you were not as good a risk as the other finalist because you were having way too much financial trouble. I remember many years ago when I needed a job as desperately as you do now and I applied for a job that paid well below what I had been used to making. I remember the manager of the company telling me he couldn't hire me since I was overqualified and would leave for the first better offer. I wished he knew how broke I was and how loyal I would have been if he had just given me the chance. I sensed the same hopeless desperation that I felt then in your voice as you shared your history with the interviewer. It worked against you and that made me sad.
I wish I had a job for you. I wish I could save your house. I wish your husband could recover from his illness. But my wishes don't matter. They won't change your circumstances. So I prayed. I bowed my head there in the Starbucks and started praying for you. I asked God for the things I just listed. I asked him to surprise you with grace. I asked him to send you on another interview where they hire you for more money then you dare to ask for and that you get the kind of job you love to go to in the morning. I asked God if he would heal your husband and save your house and give you a big Christmas bonus and a nice turkey dinner with family at Thanksgiving. I asked him because he is a Dad to me. A big huge strong super Dad who can do anything he wants to do. And he lets me ask for anything. My Dad here on earth was a pretty weak man who died young and left me with lots of issues, but my Dad in heaven is amazing. He says I can be like my own boys were when they were little and they believed I was capable of anything. I remember when my one kid jumped off the roof and said, "Catch me, Dad!" on the way down. And I leaped over and caught him and then paddled his behind for believing that I would always be there to catch him. My Dad in heaven does great stuff like that. He catches me when I fall through the cracks and he loves me when I am leaping with reckless abandon. I asked him to do it for you, too, since you sure seem to be falling.
I wish I could see how he answers all those prayers. I wish he'd let me in on the process. Maybe I will see you again and be able to give you a gift card to Safeway or hand you a check or a wad of cash. Maybe I'll never see you again. Anyway, I prayed the gospel over you. It was all I knew to do. And I'm sorry you will have to hear the bad news that you didn't get the job. That will be hard to take. Unless God answers my prayers quickly and you have the next interview tomorrow morning. So, I pray for that, too.