From the moment I submitted my application for The World Race, I've looked forward to having my phone interview. Today was the day! I tried not to keep checking the clock but I couldn't help myself. My eyes continuously fluttered to the bottom right-hand corner of my laptop. 4 o'clock came and my eyes were now glued to my cell phone.
There was nothing. Minute after minute rolled by and there still was no incoming call.
Doubt's voice immediately spoke to me. "This isn't God's plan for you." "This organization is probably a hoax."
I decided that since 11 is the go-to number of this experience that I would wait until 4:11 to call the 800 number given in the confirmation email I received with instructions on what to do should I not get a call from my interviewer. (4:11. Random right? That's how this mind of mine works!) I called the number and asked to be transferred to the interviewing specialist's extension. After a few telephone rings there was no answer so I left a message. I hung up the phone still doubtful. I texted my Bestie, "The person didn't call. I just called and left a message."
At 4:16 my interviewer called apologizing for being late. She said she went to go ask someone a question and it took longer than she expected. I had a sigh of relief. She hadn't forgotten about me.
The interview lasted for an hour and six minutes. A vulnerable hour and six minutes of her asking questions and me speaking my truth. The truth of my past struggle with marijuana and my present struggle with masturbation. The truth of turning points in my life – the Sunday evening when I witnessed a man being shot; the Saturday morning when my dad and I got the call that my that my mom had had an aneurysm; the day in my NY studio apartment when I settled in my mind and decided to give my virginity away; April 15, 2013 – the most taxing day of my life, when I found out my fiance' had been cheating on me. We also talked about what I wanted to get out of the World Race – me experiencing God like never before and using this opportunity as a launching pad to blast off into God's purpose for my life.
The hour and six minutes was filled with tears, laughter and relationship. Relationship with someone whom I've never met yet felt my hurt and shared some of my same struggles.
The call ended with her thanking me for my vulnerability and letting me know that she would be passing her notes on to the interviewing specialist and that I should expect to hear back from someone in 14 days.
Let the second countdown begin …
1st Lesson of Jessica's WR Journey – Time has nothing to do with God's plans for my life. He doesn't check for when it's 4 o'clock.
