Skip to main content

Action

   
                                                        


We were out of food, or mostly out.  It’s my responsibility to make sure there is to cook in the deli.  I failed.  The weekend was busier than normal, and I was off so by Tuesday when I got back to work, our freezer was bare.  I placed an order, but I just knew that I would not be there until Friday. 

I spent most of today feeling defeated,

depressed,

like a failure.

I knew it was my fault, and there was nothing that I could do about it.   About a half hour, before I was to leave, one of my coworkers commented that sometimes the truck gets there early.  My comment; I’m praying.  

The other associate laughed and walked away. 

I prayed a simple prayer “Let them know you answer prayer.  Don’t let my prayer be in vain”

I walked back into the deli and began waiting on customers.

Fast forward ten minutes.  Another associate who had heard the conversation walked up to the deli laughing and shaking her head and said, “They just unloaded the truck.”  I was laughing and happy dancing all around the deli, at that moment.

I went to the freezer hoping that what I needed was on top.  It wasn’t.  At that moment, I wanted to admit defeat. 

I had ten minutes. 

I was tired.

I wanted to go home.

I won’t lie; I considered leaving it until tomorrow.

Then I thought, “Why did I ask God to send the truck if I was not going to get the food I needed.”  I put my big girl pants on and got to work unloading the pallet.   As I was unloading, I was thinking about how often we want easy prayers.  The kind where we pray and God answers.  Boom.  Done.   

It’s harder when the answers to our prayers require that we act.

It was not enough that I got the truck early.

It was not enough that the food was in the freezer.

If I were not going to get the food to the deli, then my prayer would have been in vain.   I had to act on the answer that God gave me.


I went home in tears of joy and thanksgiving at God’s faithfulness even when I don’t deserve it.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

What’s That Smell?

To the one we are an aroma that brings death; to the other, an aroma that brings life. 2Corinthians 2:16 Last break!  The shift was almost over. Then the unthinkable happened, this man appeared out of nowhere wanting to know where the flashlights were kept.  As we were on our way to the flashlights, I noticed that this man had a very strong odor.  I thought perhaps I could get in front of him so that the smell would not be as strong.   That, however, was not to be either since; he insisted on keeping pace and walking right beside me. By the time we got to where the flashlights were; I was practically running just to keep ahead of him.  I showed him the flashlights and made a hasty exit.  If you’re like me, you shower and even put on perfume or cologne so that you will not stink.  We are concerned that the smell coming from our body is not offensive to others.  As I write this, I wonder if we are as concerned with our spiritual aroma as ...

Grow Old Gracefully

I’d like to tell you about a lady I visited yesterday.   She is ninety-five years young.  She recently moved into nursing home.  She asked one of the workers how many times she would have to walk around the outside of the building in order to walk a mile.  She said the person told her about ten.   Then she leaned in really close and whispered, “I walked around twelve just to be sure I walked a mile.”  Hahahaha! What a lady!  She loves to keep active, even in a nursing home.  As we talked, I saw no anger or bitterness in her speech or actions. There was only a love for God, a heart of compassion, and a sense of humor. She has befriended the one "prickly pear" at the home because as she said, “I have to love her, so she knows Jesus loves her too.”  Wow!!! I need to live like that!  I want to show that much compassion for those around me that need Jesus.  She loved to talk about God and what he was teaching her. ...

Thank You God For Turning Our Ashes into Beauty

There are tragedy and sadness in everyone's life, No one is exempt. Yet, in the midst of the hurt and pain, God is there. He takes the things that hurt us and make us sad and turns them into things are beautiful. The death of my mother  was a tragedy to my dad. However, because of that tragedy, my dad began to see his need for God. In his brokenness, he found a God that could make him whole.  God turned his ashes into beauty. My dad, in turn, taught me to love God.   I am blessed to know God as my savior because of my dad. God also blessed me with a lovely step-mom Life is harsh at times, and many things are sad,  Yet, if we let him, he will take our ashes and make them into a work of art.   He delights in making the ash heaps of our life beautiful.   When we are broken, God is near, and where there is sorrow, he will turn it into dancing.   Thank you, God, F...