For six months every application ended the same way — silence, or a polite rejection email. I started to believe I had done something wrong, that maybe I wasn't good enough, that maybe God had forgotten this part of my life. I kept applying anyway, more out of stubbornness than faith some days. But God had been arranging something the whole time. A company I had never even applied to reached out after seeing a recommendation from someone I had helped years earlier, for free, with no expectation of anything in return. The role fit better than anything I had applied for. Looking back, I can see every "no" was making room for the right "yes." I am learning that waiting is not the same as being forgotten.
