I don't know if this should be its own post or linked to the last one, because it is the end result of the widow of Zarepheth's story:
I got the job I was seeking! The famine is lifted!
Only days after I cried out to God and said, "I can't take much more of this, and where is my faith, anyway?" -- God has provided.
And I must ask, where was my faith? If God provided every day, wouldn't He provide the job as well?
But that wasn't really the issue, was it? No, the issue was that His plan was not resembling the one I'd come up with. It wasn't just a lack of faith; it was also a case of discontentment. Lack of faith and Discontentment were dancing, sometimes a slow waltz and sometimes a jitterbug, but always dancing in a circle. Sometimes one led and sometimes the other. But always dancing.
Did I learn the lesson God was teaching? I'm not sure.
But, anyway, I am grateful.