What If God's Answer to Your Financial Prayers Is a Job?

At twenty-seven, Rebecca wasn't where she imagined she would be in life.

Five years earlier, she had graduated from college with a bachelor's degree in psychology. She remembered walking across the stage, receiving her diploma, and feeling as though the entire world was waiting for her.

She dreamed of finding a rewarding career, getting her own apartment, purchasing a new car, and eventually pursuing a master's degree.

Unfortunately, life didn't unfold quite the way she expected.

Despite applying for positions in case management, social services, behavioral health, and other psychology-related fields, Rebecca received rejection letter after rejection letter.

Of the dozens of applications she submitted her first year, only two resulted in interviews. Neither employer offered her a position.

What am I doing wrong? she wondered.

Eventually, Rebecca accepted a tutoring position with an educational services company. The pay was good, and she enjoyed working with students. However, the position was contractual, offered no benefits, and lasted only four to six months at a time.

Whenever a contract ended, she had to return to the company's portal and wait for another opportunity. Sometimes seven months passed before another assignment became available.

During those months, Rebecca had little income and depended heavily on her parents.

A New Dream

One Sunday morning, Rebecca's pastor delivered an enthusiastic sermon about entrepreneurship.

"God didn't create us to spend our entire lives building somebody else's dream!" he proclaimed. "Some of you are sitting on businesses that God has placed inside you. It's time to step out on faith!"

The congregation erupted in applause.

Rebecca felt as though the message had been delivered especially for her.

She had always enjoyed making handmade crafts. Perhaps this was her opportunity to stop chasing employers who didn't want her and create something of her own.

Determined to succeed, she attended small-business classes through her local Small Business Administration resource partners and met with free business advisers at a nonprofit organization supporting women entrepreneurs.

She learned about pricing, marketing, budgeting, and developing a business plan.

Eventually, she launched her own website selling handmade crafts.

She was thrilled.

But the excitement didn't translate into sales.

After several months, Rebecca's business was bringing in barely $100 a month in profit.

The holiday season, however, brought a welcome change. As customers began shopping for Christmas gifts, her sales increased, allowing her to earn between $500 and $800 in monthly profit during the busiest months.

For the first time, Rebecca felt as though her business was finally taking off.

Thank You, Lord! Maybe this is the breakthrough I've been praying for, she thought.

She began imagining what life might look like if her business continued growing. Perhaps she could finally move out of her parents' home and become financially independent.

Unfortunately, once Christmas came and went, the orders slowed considerably.

By February, Rebecca was right back where she started, earning barely $100 a month from her handmade crafts.

The excitement she had experienced during the holidays quickly turned into disappointment.

Lord, what happened? I thought You were finally blessing my business. Why am I right back where I started?

She couldn't understand why something that had seemed so promising was suddenly struggling again.

Rebecca was discouraged.

Hadn't she stepped out on faith? Hadn't she invested time and effort into learning how to run a business?

And hadn't her pastor said that God wanted His people to prosper?

Rebecca loved attending her church's early morning prayer meetings.

The elders frequently spoke about miracles, breakthroughs, and God's supernatural provision.

"God will answer by fire!" one elder declared.

Another would remind everyone, "If you take care of God's business, He will take care of yours!"

Rebecca held tightly to those words.

She attended prayer meetings almost every morning, volunteered at church, and faithfully asked God to bless her business.

"Lord, please send customers to my website. Open doors for me. You know how badly I want to be financially independent."

But week after week, her sales remained disappointingly low.

Meanwhile, her father was becoming increasingly concerned.

"Rebecca, sweetheart, you need to find a steady job," he told her one evening.

"Daddy, you know how hard it was for me to find a job when I graduated. Nobody wanted to hire me!"

"Rebecca, that was four years ago. When was the last time you actually filled out a job application?"

She looked away.

"That's not the point, Daddy. I applied everywhere when I graduated. All I got were rejection letters. I got two interviews, and neither one hired me."

"I understand that, baby. But you can't stop looking because things didn't work out the first time."

Rebecca sighed.

"And what about my business? I've worked hard on it. I've taken classes, met with business advisers, and spent money building my website. I believe God is going to bless it."

"And I hope He does," her father replied. "But right now, you're making a hundred dollars a month. Even during Christmas, you only made a few hundred more. You can't support yourself on that."

"So you don't believe in my dreams?"

"That's not what I'm saying, Rebecca. I'm saying you can get a full-time job and continue building your business on the side. One doesn't have to cancel out the other."

Rebecca shook her head.

"You make it sound so easy."

"No, baby. I know it's not easy. But you've got to give yourself another chance. The job market isn't exactly the same as it was when you graduated. You've gained experience tutoring, and that counts for something."

Rebecca didn't respond.

Deep down, she knew her father had a point. She hadn't seriously searched for full-time employment in years.

But admitting that meant confronting something she had been avoiding for a long time.

The possibility of being rejected all over again. 

The Opportunity She Almost Ignored

A few weeks later, Rebecca received an email from her college's alumni career center announcing a virtual job fair.

She almost deleted it. After so many rejections, the thought of applying for another job made her anxious. But she remembered her father's advice and decided to look.

A community behavioral health agency was hiring case managers with bachelor's degrees in psychology. The position offered full-time employment, benefits, and opportunities for advancement.

What if they reject me again? she wondered.

That evening, Rebecca prayed for a financial breakthrough, just as she had done countless times before. But afterward, she couldn't stop thinking about the job posting.

I've been praying for God to open a door, but am I afraid to walk through one?

The following morning, she updated her résumé and applied.

Two weeks later, Rebecca was invited to interview. She prepared carefully, highlighting her psychology degree and tutoring experience.

A week after the interview, she received an offer.

The agency wanted to hire her as a full-time case manager with a starting salary of $47,000, health insurance, paid leave, and retirement benefits.

Rebecca was overjoyed.

When she shared the news with her parents, her mother hugged her and thanked God.

Her father smiled. "Congratulations, sweetheart. I knew you could do it."

Rebecca laughed. "Daddy, please don't start with the 'I told you so.'"

"I'm just glad you gave yourself another chance," he replied.

For the first time, Rebecca realized her father hadn't been discouraging her dreams. He had simply wanted her to establish financial stability while continuing to pursue them.

Over the following months, Rebecca began saving money, contributing toward household expenses, and preparing to move into her own apartment.

She continued selling her handmade crafts during evenings and weekends, but now she could enjoy her business without depending on it for survival.

One morning, while driving to work, she reflected on the countless prayers she had offered for financial success.

For years, she had imagined her breakthrough would come through a booming business, hundreds of customers, and thousands of dollars in sales.

Instead, it came through a steady job.

Had God actually promised to make my business successful, or had I convinced myself that entrepreneurship was the only way He could bless me?

She still believed in prayer and hadn't abandoned her entrepreneurial dreams. But she was beginning to understand that an inspiring sermon wasn't necessarily a personal guarantee of business success.

And perhaps her father, whom she had accused of lacking faith in her dreams, had been offering the practical advice she needed all along.

How often do we pray for financial breakthroughs while overlooking practical opportunities right in front of us?

We pray for successful businesses, unexpected checks, debt cancellation, and supernatural provision. Yet sometimes we become so attached to how we expect God to answer that we overlook other possibilities.

Rebecca wanted financial independence, but she had convinced herself that entrepreneurship was the only path forward.

When her business struggled, she wondered why God wasn't blessing her. Meanwhile, she had stopped pursuing employment because she feared another rejection.

Her experience reminds us that prayer and practical action don't have to compete with one another.

Financial stability may come through employment, additional training, careful budgeting, or gradually building a business while earning a steady income.

What if the answer to your financial prayers isn't a booming business, an unexpected check, or a miraculous deposit into your bank account?

What if it's a job application, an interview, and a steady paycheck?

Sometimes, the door we've been praying for God to open is the very door we've been afraid to knock on.

What If God's Answer to Your Prayer Is a Doctor's Appointment?

At thirty-eight years old, Katherine had a life she was grateful for. She was married to Charles, a wonderful husband, and together they were raising two children, ages eight and eleven. She also had a successful career in cybersecurity, a field she had worked incredibly hard to enter.

But between work deadlines, school activities, household responsibilities, and caring for her family, Katherine rarely found time to take care of herself.

So when she began experiencing persistent abdominal pain, she brushed it off.

Probably something I ate, she thought.

She tried over-the-counter medications, changed her diet, drank more water, and cut back on coffee. But weeks passed, and the pain continued.

Charles encouraged her to see a doctor, but Katherine kept finding excuses.

The truth was, she was terrified of what the doctor might discover.

One evening, she made the mistake of Googling her symptoms. Within minutes, she was reading about stomach, colon, and pancreatic cancer, and other frightening possibilities.

She closed her laptop and began praying.

"Lord, please take this pain away. Whatever is going on inside my body, please heal it. Don't let it be anything serious."

But the pain remained.

A Trip to the Pumpkin Patch

One beautiful October afternoon, Katherine and her family visited a pumpkin patch. The children were excited about the corn maze, picking pumpkins, and riding the hay wagon.

As the tractor pulled their wagon through the countryside, Katherine watched her children laughing beside Charles.

It should have been a wonderful family memory.

Instead, her mind wandered somewhere frightening.

What if I've waited too long?

She looked at her husband and children.

What if this is our last hayride together? What if Charles has to bring the children back here next year without me?

Tears filled her eyes.

God, please don't let me die. My babies still need me.

Charles noticed her unusually quiet demeanor.

"Baby, what's wrong?"

"My stomach is hurting again," she whispered.

That evening, after the children went to bed, Katherine finally admitted what had been troubling her.

"Charles, I'm scared. What if it's something terminal? What if they find something they can't fix?"

He wrapped his arms around her.

"Sweetheart, we don't even know what's wrong. You've been praying about this for weeks, but have you considered that maybe you need to make the appointment while you're praying?"

His words stayed with her.

That night, Katherine prayed differently.

"God, I've been asking You to take this pain away because I'm afraid of finding out what's wrong. Please give me the courage to face whatever this is."

The Doctor's Appointment

On Monday morning, Katherine finally scheduled an appointment.

Her physician listened carefully to her symptoms, examined her, and ordered blood work and an abdominal ultrasound.

A few days after completing her tests, Katherine was sitting at her desk when a notification appeared on her phone.

MyChart: New Test Results Available.

Her stomach tightened.

For several seconds, she stared at the notification, afraid to open it.

What if they found something terrible?

Finally, she took a deep breath, said a quiet prayer, and opened the app.

The ultrasound report mentioned gallstones.

Later that afternoon, her physician sent a message explaining that the findings were consistent with her symptoms and that there were no suspicious masses identified on the ultrasound. The doctor recommended a consultation with a general surgeon to discuss treatment options.

Katherine leaned back in her chair and exhaled.

All those weeks of imagining the worst, and she finally had a likely explanation for her pain.

After meeting with the surgeon, Katherine underwent a successful laparoscopic gallbladder removal. Within a few weeks, she was recovering well, and the abdominal pain that had frightened her for so long was gone.

Sometimes the Answer Looks Different

One evening, as Katherine rested on the couch, she thought about all the nights she had prayed for the pain to disappear.

She had sincerely believed God could heal her. But somewhere along the way, her prayers had also become a way of avoiding something she feared.

She wanted God to remove the problem so she wouldn't have to face doctors, medical tests, or the possibility of bad news.

Yet the help she needed came through an ordinary doctor's appointment.

And that realization stayed with her.

Sometimes trusting God doesn't mean waiting for the problem to disappear. Sometimes it means finding the courage to face it.

1. Have you ever prayed for a problem to disappear because you were afraid of what confronting it might reveal?

2. Why do some believers feel more comfortable praying for supernatural healing than seeking medical treatment?

3. Can fear influence the way we interpret God's silence or delays?

4. How can we distinguish genuine faith from avoidance disguised as waiting on God?

5. What practical step might you need to take while continuing to pray about a situation in your life?

Hiding Behind Prayer: Expecting God to Fix What We're Afraid to Face

For years, I prayed that if there was anything in my body that didn't belong there, God would remove it in Jesus' name. I sincerely believed that through prayer, God would supernaturally eliminate whatever might be wrong with me so that I wouldn't have to face it.

I learned this particular way of praying from older women in my prayer circle. I looked up to these women and valued their spiritual wisdom and experience. Because this was how I heard them pray, I naturally assumed it was the correct way to approach God concerning my health. I adopted the same language and beliefs without giving much thought to whether I was allowing prayer to take the place of seeking medical care.

Looking back, I realize that I wasn't simply praying for healing. I had developed an expectation that God would remove whatever was wrong with my body before I ever had to confront it. And because I believed that was how faith worked, I continued praying while putting off the medical examinations I needed.

Well, that didn't happen.

Eventually, I discovered that I had uterine fibroids. But instead of immediately recognizing the importance of medical intervention, I found myself entering another cycle of prayer. This time, I believed that God could supernaturally dissolve the fibroids.

Again, that didn't happen.

Ultimately, I had to undergo an abdominal myomectomy to have the fibroids surgically removed.

That experience forced me to examine something about my understanding of faith and prayer. Had I confused believing that God could heal me with expecting that He would heal me supernaturally, eliminating the need for medical care altogether?

I wasn't wrong for believing in God's ability to heal. But I had allowed that belief to become a reason to postpone seeking medical attention. Instead of using prayer to find the courage to face whatever might be happening in my body, I was praying that God would remove the problem so I would never have to face it in the first place.

And that is what I mean when I talk about hiding behind prayer.

Sometimes, we aren't simply asking God to help us through a difficult situation. We're asking Him to make the situation disappear so we won't have to confront it.

But prayer does not eliminate the need for knowledge, and faith should never become a substitute for taking care of our health. We can believe in God's power to heal while also seeking medical examinations, asking questions, considering treatment options, and making informed decisions.

My experience taught me that I needed to change not only how I approached my health, but also how I understood the relationship between faith, fear, and personal responsibility.

The Prayer Trap: When Fear Disguises Itself as Faith

You wake up with pain in your arm. Throughout the day, the pain gradually becomes worse. You assume you must have slept on it wrong, but by evening, the pain has become so severe that you can barely lift your arm above your head.

You don't know what to do besides take some Aleve and hope the pain subsides. Naturally, you turn to Google, searching for possible explanations. Unfortunately, the search results only increase your anxiety. Before you know it, you're imagining all sorts of terrible possibilities, including the thought that something might be seriously wrong with your arm.

So, you begin praying.

You ask God to take away the pain immediately. You pray that by morning, everything will be back to normal. You believe God can heal you, and you desperately want Him to do just that.

But morning comes, and the pain is even worse.

Now, your Google searches are telling you something you don't particularly want to hear: You may need to see a doctor.

And not just a doctor. Depending on the diagnosis, you might need physical therapy, follow-up appointments, or additional treatment.

Suddenly, your mind begins racing.

Another doctor's appointment? Physical therapy? Missing time from work? How am I supposed to fit all of this into my already busy schedule?

To make matters worse, your employer recently held a staff meeting addressing concerns about excessive absences and the amount of time employees have been missing from work. Although the discussion was directed at the staff as a whole, you couldn't help but take it to heart.

After all, you're a hard worker, a team player, and someone who takes pride in being dependable. You don't want to be perceived as someone who is constantly missing work or creating additional responsibilities for your coworkers.

And now, here you are, potentially facing medical appointments, physical therapy, and possibly more time away from work.

What will my employer think? Will they believe I'm making excuses? Will my coworkers have to pick up the slack?

But beneath all those practical concerns lies another fear.

What if the doctor discovers something serious?

And so, instead of making the appointment, you continue praying. You ask God to heal you, hoping that the pain will disappear and you won't have to deal with doctors, medical tests, treatment, or the possibility of receiving bad news.

Now, let me ask you something.

Are you praying because you trust God, or are you using prayer to avoid confronting something you're afraid of?

Sometimes we call it waiting on God when, in reality, we're simply afraid of what taking the next step might reveal. 

When Christians Use Prayer as a Form of Avoidance

Recently, I had to undergo a medical test that I was afraid to face. Instead of confronting my fear of the unknown, I found myself praying and hoping that somehow I wouldn't have to go through with it.

Thank God, everything turned out fine. However, the experience taught me something valuable about the relationship between faith, fear, and knowledge.

Sometimes, fear of the unknown can keep us trapped in a cycle of prayer, not because we lack faith, but because we are afraid to confront what we might discover.

We pray for answers while avoiding the very steps that could provide them. We ask God for reassurance while resisting the information that might bring us peace of mind.

But I learned that faith is not the refusal of information, especially when it concerns our health. Prayer does not eliminate the need for knowledge, and seeking answers does not mean we lack trust in God.

Sometimes, the very thing we are praying about requires us to take action.

Faith and knowledge are not enemies. We can trust God while asking questions, seeking medical advice, undergoing necessary tests, and making informed decisions.

Prayer can give us the courage to face the unknown, but it should never become a hiding place from the truth.

Why Won't God Answer Me?: Maybe He is Teaching Me to Think for Myself

As an educator, I have encountered something in the classroom that has caused me to reconsider how I approach God.

Sometimes a student will complete a math problem and ask me:

"Mrs. Nwosu, is number six right?"

Recognizing that they are seeking confirmation rather than instruction, I challenge them by resisting the urge to immediately provide a yes-or-no answer. I want my students to develop confidence in their own work and learn to trust their ability to evaluate their answers.

Therefore, I might respond:

Me: "How can you check your answer?"

Student: "I don't know."

Me: "What operation did you use to solve the problem?"

Student: "Multiplication."

Me: "Okay, what is the inverse of multiplication?"

Student: "Division."

Me: "Good! Now use division to check your answer."

Sometimes, students become frustrated. They feel as though I am not helping them because I have not given them the answer they requested.

But I am helping them.

I am teaching them how to think.

I am helping them develop the ability to examine information, recognize errors, and arrive at conclusions independently.

If I simply provide the answer every time they ask, they may complete the assignment, but they have not necessarily developed the skills they need.

And then something occurred to me.

I have been approaching God the same way my students approach me.

I have spent years asking Him questions and expecting direct answers.

"God, is this the right decision?"

"God, is this the person I should marry?"

"God, should I go here?"

"God, should I leave?"

"God, is this Your will?"

I wanted a yes or no.

I wanted certainty.

I wanted Him to reveal the correct answer so that I would not have to risk making the wrong choice.

But what if God's guidance does not always come in the form of a direct yes-or-no answer?

What if sometimes the guidance is:

"Examine what you already know."

"Consider the consequences."

"Look at the evidence."

"Use the wisdom you have developed."

"Make a decision."

Perhaps I have been interpreting the absence of a direct answer as God's silence when, in reality, I already possess information that can help me decide.

As a teacher, I do not withhold answers because I want my students to fail.

I want them to develop the confidence and skills necessary to solve problems.

Why have I assumed that God's guidance must always mean giving me the answer rather than helping me become wise enough to make a decision?

It Is Your Responsibility to Think

For much of my life, I believed God had a specific blueprint for me, and all I had to do was discover it.

One correct path.

One correct person.

One correct church.

One correct career.

One correct decision for every major situation.

However, this way of thinking made nearly every important decision feel like a spiritual examination.

If I chose incorrectly, I might miss God's will.

If I left a situation too soon, I might abandon an assignment.

If I pursued something without receiving supernatural confirmation, I might be moving ahead of God.

And if I experienced difficulty, I might wonder whether I had stepped outside His plan.

I spent an extraordinary amount of mental energy trying to interpret circumstances, searching for signs and confirmations that I was making the right decisions.

The underlying assumption was that God had already selected the correct answer and that my responsibility was to uncover it.

But I have begun questioning that assumption itself.

And through my experiences as an educator, I have come to understand something that has profoundly changed how I approach my relationship with God:

It is my responsibility to think.

As a teacher, I do not want my students to become dependent on others to tell them whether their answers, decisions, or approaches are right or wrong. I want to cultivate independent thinkers who have confidence in their own reasoning and know how to use the tools already at their disposal to arrive at well-informed conclusions.

Those tools include critical thinking, problem-solving, observation, prior knowledge, self-reflection, and the ability to examine evidence, recognize patterns, and evaluate consequences.

I want my students to become curious. I want them to ask questions, explore possibilities, challenge assumptions, and develop the confidence to say, "I believe this is correct, and here is why."

And I am beginning to understand my relationship with God in much the same way.

I do not believe God designed us to be robots, moving through life waiting for Him to dictate every decision. He gave us minds capable of reasoning, the ability to acquire knowledge, the curiosity to explore His creation, and the freedom to make meaningful choices.

He invites us to seek wisdom, pursue understanding, examine our ways, and grow in discernment.

These are not passive activities. They require our participation.

Perhaps I have spent so much time asking God to reveal the correct answer that I have overlooked the very tools He has already given me to arrive at one.

God does not have to do my thinking for me in order to guide me.

I can seek Him and His ways while also exercising the judgment, wisdom, and understanding I have developed. I can examine a situation, consider the evidence, evaluate my options, and make a decision without requiring someone to announce that God has approved it.

"The heart of the prudent getteth knowledge; and the ear of the wise seeketh knowledge." — Proverbs 18:15 (KJV)

Grace Is Not an Undo Button

In our walk with God, many of us have somehow absorbed the belief that we can make a mess of our lives and then the Lord will come in, because that is what Jesus died for, right, and simply hit the undo button.

But life does not work that way.

There are missed opportunities that are missed forever. There are decisions permanently sealed by time that we cannot unmake, unbend, or redo.

And sometimes we aren't mourning one giant, catastrophic mistake. Sometimes it is a scattering of tiny, everyday choices that seemed insignificant when we made them but accumulated over the years. One decision didn't change everything. But one decision became another, another became a pattern, and eventually we looked around and realized that years had passed.

There is a difference between God forgiving a decision and God erasing the consequences of that decision. We sometimes treat those things as though they are one and the same, but they aren't.

Imagine going on a cruise, having the time of your life, meeting a nice man, sleeping with him, and returning home only to discover that you are pregnant.

God can forgive you completely. But forgiveness doesn't mean He is going to hit “undo” on the pregnancy.

Sometimes biology simply does what biology does, and the consequence of that cruise fling is an unplanned pregnancy. You might later discover that the man is married. He isn't leaving his wife. He doesn't want a relationship with you, and perhaps he wants no involvement with the child.

You can take him to court. You may receive child support faithfully deposited into your bank account every month. But financial support may be the only kind of fatherly provision he is willing to offer.

Meanwhile, you may find yourself looking at his Instagram, watching him travel with his wife and the children he openly embraces while your child is never included in those family pictures or given a ticket for those trips.

That hurts.

But sometimes that is what consequences look like.

Forgiveness can free us from condemnation without transporting us backward in time to the moment before the decision was made.

The Danger of Assuming There Will Always Be More Time

Then there are the smaller choices we make because we assume there will always be more time.

One place I believe this can happen is in the way Christians sometimes talk about a “due season” for marriage.

We can develop this idea that God has one appointed date, one appointed moment, and one appointed person for us to marry, and that the entire thing is already written in stone. God supposedly has the spouse, house, children, dog, cat, city, state, neighborhood, and white picket fence mapped out. Our only responsibility is to somehow discover the elusive “Will of God” for that area of our lives.

But that kind of thinking can leave a person locked inside a prayer closet praying for opportunities instead of actually pursuing them.

Maybe your homegirls invite you to a jazz concert, but you decide you're too spiritual for that. You think it's “worldly,” so you'd rather stay home and pray all night for God to send you a husband.

Meanwhile, perhaps there are several perfectly suitable men at that concert whom you could have met, talked to, gotten to know, and ultimately chosen from.

Sometimes the answer to the prayer isn't another night in the prayer closet.

Sometimes you need to go to the jazz concert.

Months can become years. Years can become decades. And eventually, a person can look back and wonder where the time went.

There is wisdom in recognizing that some opportunities are time-sensitive. Faith should not become an excuse for passivity.

Redemption Is Not Always Restoration of the Exact Thing You Lost

Redemption does not always mean getting back exactly what was lost.

Maybe there was a guy who sat across from you in freshman chemistry. You became friends. You liked him, and maybe he liked you too, but neither of you had the courage to say anything.

You told your friends how you felt, and they warned you, “Don't say anything! What if it turns out badly?”

So you listened.

You stayed friends.  

Years passed.

Then one day, he pops up with a fiancée.

Not a girlfriend. Not a boo thang.  Not a situationship. 

A fiancée.

Suddenly, all those feelings you kept buried come rushing to the surface, and you finally tell him how you've felt all these years.

But now it is too late.

He is engaged. He has made a commitment to another woman, and he is preparing to marry her.

God being a Redeemer does not necessarily mean that engagement will collapse so the two of you can finally have the relationship you should have pursued years ago.

Sometimes redemption means taking the loss, grieving it, learning from it, and carrying that wisdom forward.

Maybe another opportunity for love comes along. But this time, you don't spend five years wondering whether you should say something. And perhaps the man doesn't either, because both of you have reached an age and level of maturity where you understand that life is too short for all that unnecessary guessing.

The first opportunity taught you something.

The second time, you move differently.

That can be redemption too.