She knew that Hashem is in charge. She knew that He decides how much parnassah each person gets. She knew all this, but it still hurt. It hurt to see a vibrant, personable man just waiting, sitting around, attending interviews, following up with phone calls — and then nothing.
“It’s a specialized field. The right job will come along.”
They discussed the statistics one month of searching for every $10000 you expect to make. They joked that if he hoped to be a millionaire he’d be searching for a long while …
They weren’t starving; her administrator salary from the community center covered the basics. But they were pinching on extras. All those little things that didn’t used to matter. More than bikes for the kids a new BBQ grill or windshield wipers for the car it’s that his hands are tied that’s killing him.
She made a private deal with Hashem. She thought if she just was extra careful in shmiras halashon for one hour a day that zchus could go toward her husband finding a job.
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