Processing You - Plot Twist

Last night, I didn’t pray like a saint.

I prayed like someone whose Wi-Fi went out during a job interview.

Desperate. Frustrated. Talking to the ceiling like it’s part of the hiring panel.

I said,

“God… it’s me again. I know You’re working behind the scenes, but can You maybe… work in front of the scenes for a bit?”

I laid there in bed like I was auditioning for a mattress commercial — arms behind my head, staring into the darkness like it owed me an explanation.

Because some days, faith doesn’t feel like a bold declaration.

It feels like trying to keep your cool while your credit card wheezes at the gas pump.

It feels like getting ghosted by a job AND the recruiter’s AI assistant.

It feels like sending one more application while whispering, “Maybe this one.”

So I kept talking.

“Lord, I don’t need a miracle. I just need a callback. Or a coupon. Or a sign that this resume isn’t just being sacrificed to the PDF gods.”

Silence.

I waited.

Even the air conditioner stopped humming, like it didn’t want to interrupt.

I said,

“God, blink twice if I’m on the right path. Or send me a fortune cookie with slightly more clarity than ‘You will go far in life.’”

Then — somewhere between frustration and surrender — I let go.

And that’s when I felt it.

Not an answer.

But a calm.

Not a promotion.

But peace.

Not a ding from LinkedIn…

But a quiet little whisper in my spirit that said,

“You’re not behind. You’re becoming.”

Because maybe God isn’t the delay.

Maybe He’s the reason you’re not settling.

Maybe He’s not withholding answers…

He’s building outcomes.

Maybe the silence isn’t a rejection.

It’s a sacred pause before the scene change.

So tonight, I’ll pray again.

Not because everything’s perfect,

But because deep down — in the quiet — I still believe in divine plot twists.

Even the ones that don’t come with job titles… yet.