Peter didn’t get the archaeology job in Perth; he heard by phone this morning. I was standing at the sink in the kitchen doing the dishes (I thought it would make a change from doing the dishes standing at the sink in the dining room!) while Peter lurked in the doorway.
“This is the worst bit,” said Peter, “the waiting!”
“I know,” I sympathized.
“But just because they phoned early last time (Peter had applied for a job in Perth a few months ago, and came second) it doesn’t mean that they’ll phone early this time.”
And right on cue, just as he had said that, the mobile phone in his hands began to ring. Peter answered it and wandered through to the living room for some privacy.
He returned to the kitchen a few minutes later. “Bugger!” He didn’t get the job. He’d come second again. I felt for him. I’d hoped the other day that by today we both might have had a clearer idea about our future paths, but it wasn’t to be. We’ll just have to continue to follow God, quietly and closely.