I'm With Him

As many of you know I have been looking for a job for over a year.  I was laid off from my previous job back in August of 2011.  I loved my job.  I loved the people that I was working for and with.  I really, really loved to get up every morning and go to work.  If it wasn't for the fact that I had a family I would probably be a workaholic.
As much as I loved my job, I do love my family more.  Every day though I would look for a job in some form or another.  But, because I was laid off, I got to spend time with my husband.  More than I have in the entire time that we have been married.  I also got to spend time with my kids and grandkids more than I ever have.  It was fabulous.  But that doesn't pay the bills.  So, like I said, every day I looked for a job.
I did not just want any job.  I could work just about anywhere.  I love working and I love people, so it really wouldn't matter much where I had gotten a job, unless it went against my morals, but I would not have applied to those places anyways.  But when I said I didn't want just any old job what I meant was I did not want to be in a job where God didn't want me.
So every time I sent out a resume to any place I always prayed over it.  "God if this is where you want me to be then let them call me as soon as possible and offer me a job. If it is not where you want me to be then I don't want it."  Now let me tell you, that was a hard prayer because some of these places paid very well.  I would have loved to have made that kind of money, but not at the expense of my relationship with God. 
I did have several interviews.  So many of them seemed to go very well.  I expected to get a call from each and every one of them with a job offer because of how positive they had been.  But alas and alak I never got the call.
A friend of mine, Jackie, whom I had worked with before at my previous job, had told me about one place, but it didn't pan out.  So on Tuesday night when she texted me and let me know her sister was moving out of state and was looking for her replacement, I was hopeful but not too skeptical. 
Wednesday morning I called her office but she wasn't in yet.  I had a temp agency that I had already made an appointment with so I had to leave to make the appointment.  I'd had a phone interview with her and seemed rather optimistic about the possibilities.  I knew for sure I would get there and leave with a job.  I was told after I filled out all of the paperwork that they would submit it to the place that had an opening and see if they would like to try me out.  It was a temp to hire.  I left with no job.
When I got into the car I called Jackies sister one more time.  Tada!!!  She answered.  She said to come on over.  The owners were in and maybe they could interview me right away.  I went.
I am now employed. 
That morning as I left my house to go to these places, I prayed, "Father God, You know I need a job.  (as if He didn't know, so I reminded Him).  If either one of these places are where You want me to be let them offer me a job right away and then I will know."
I left the temp agency without a job and I had been there over an hour.  I had not been at the other place for more than 15 minutes when I was pretty much told I had the job. 
They said if Vickie, Jackies sister, felt comfortable with me, then they knew I would be able to do the job.  Vickie said that Jackie had really talked me up and that she felt very comfortable with me. 
I have knowledge of a lot of job requirements.  I turned in a fabulouse resume.  But they didn't look at it.  Vickie had vouched for me because Jackie had told her about me and she trusted Jackie.
I realized it wasn't what you know most of the time but who you know.
Yesterday I heard a minister on the radio talk about that very thing and it sunk in. 
Some day, soon I hope, we will all stand before God.  It could be because of death or the rapture.  Whatever the reason, when we stand there hoping to get into heaven, I know that I will have filled a lot of requirements.  I read my bible.  I pray.  But more importantly I know the person in charge of the gatekeeper.  When he looks at the book I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that my name will be in it.  I will be able to look into heaven and see my Lord and Saviour.  I will be able to tell St. Peter with a smile on my lips and a bubble of joy in my heart and point to the one who paid it all and proudly say "I'm with Him."
So, who do you know?