Five months of seeking and not finding, more than sixty job applications, a dozen interviews paired with rejection letters, and I'm feeling cold and wet.

Last summer, God spoke to me about a life raft and grace, and unlike Jonah, I jumped in and volunteered for the belly of the whale. Confident it was God's will, and in my enthusiasm, I believed surrender would be easy, pleasant.

But it wasn't and isn't.

How does one sell herself? Puff herself up above others to beat them out for the coveted job in such a competitive market? How does a Christian look for a job?

I'm searching out answers over at (in)courage today. It turns out there's more to the tale God started in my heart last May about Jonah and a job. Join me there, won't you?