The petition of your heart reaches the throne of grace before your lips have framed the words. In this matter of employment, you seek an earthly provision, and it is right and proper to spread such desires before your God, for He careth for the body as well as the soul. Yet I would have you remember that the Lord who feeds the ravens and clothes the lilies has already made provision for every emergency of your life before the need ever arose. The Lamb was slain from the foundation of the world, and in that eternal counsel, your daily bread was also secured.
But see to it that this request is laid down in childlike confidence, even if He should seem to frown. Look to the blessed pattern of Job. In all his afflictions, when the herds were stolen and the children lay dead, it is written, "In all this Job sinned not, nor charged God foolishly." No unbelieving speeches crossed his lips. He arose, rent his mantle, shaved his head, fell upon the ground, and worshipped. That is the posture for a saint seeking favor, bowed low, adoring the Giver more than the gift. If thou canst say, "Though He slay me, yet will I trust in Him," then thou art prepared to receive whatever answer He deems best. This job, good as it may be, must not become an idol. If God withholds it, He is still righteous, and He will prove it to be for thy good.
Moreover, I bid thee examine thy heart. The mercy thou seekest for thyself, art thou seeking it for others? The Lord turned again the captivity of Job when he prayed for his friends, those very friends who had spoken so harshly against him and vexed his soul. Let your prayer rise, not in selfish isolation, but joined with intercession for those who are also seeking bread, for those who have wronged you, and for the widow and the fatherless who have no advocate. True charity weeps with those that weep. A heart enlarged with sympathy for others is a golden key that opens the storehouse of divine favor.
Therefore, cast your care upon Him with both hands. Go forward in the application with diligence, as unto the Lord. But when you have done all, stand still and see the salvation of God. Do not peer into the morrow with a fretting eye. Remember that Job’s bow was renewed in his hand, and though his glory had seemed to dry up, the end of the Lord was full of compassion. Your longest sorrows have a bottom, and the night shall not hang its darkness forever. The Lord can make your bow as strong as ever, bestowing upon you the position which shall provide for your need and, far better, a fresh anointing of His Spirit to make your soul prosperous in the midst of toil. Wait on Him, I say, and He shall strengthen thine heart.