Thursday, June 25, 2015
Don't Blow It
Consequently, I feel like my candle is being extinguished. I feel like I'm starting to be negative like they are. I haven't allowed my sponge-self to soak up their language thankfully. I certainly would like to think that my filter can keep that out. I think using that kind of language makes you sound horribly unintelligent. Why would I be interested in that?
But I do know that I wake up every morning that I work thinking, "Oh, I HAVE to go to work today." I would much rather think, "Oh, I GET to go to work today." I'm not saying every job is perfect. However, if you're doing something you love or enjoy it's not much like work. It's like getting paid to do what you love. I wish I had that. But I don't this summer.
I try hard to make the most of every situation. I'm trying so hard to be optimistic. I'm trying to find joy in every day. After all, God woke me up, he gave me the ability to get out of bed and he gave me a job to do for the summer. I just don't want it to rob me of my joy. I don't want to be this grouchy, depressed person I see myself becoming. It's not me. It's not who God wants me to be. It's not who I was made to be.
But I also want to be careful that I don't build the wall around me so thick that I can't be a shining light to those around me. Many of the people I come face to face with each day need to see Jesus. What if I'm the only Jesus they'll see? If my wall is so thick they can't see Jesus through me, then what good am I doing?
So, I'm remembering the words of St. Francis of Assisi: "Preach the gospel at all times. If necessary, use words." Please pray for me that I could shine the light of Jesus without my candle being blown out by the darkness around me.
Friday, June 12, 2015
Special Occasions
I had a very sweet woman come in to the store today. She was very friendly from the moment she walked in. When she came to the cash register, I could smell the beautiful fragrance of lotion or perfume.
I told her I didn't know what she was wearing but it smelled lovely. She said it was called Youth Dew by Estee Lauder. I knew it wasn't anything I would be able to purchase for myself. She went on to tell me it was her late mother's favorite and she had the rest of her mother's last bottle. She wears it on special occasions to feel like her mother is with her. She was heading to a wedding today so that was a special enough occasion for this special perfume. I wished her a blessed day and she went on her way... or so I thought.
Moments later, she walked in to the store once again. She handed me a small glass bottle and said this was the last of her mother's perfume. I thought she just wanted me to see the bottle or maybe spray a bit on myself. No. She wanted to give me an incredible gift. My dear customer, I don't even know your name. But I will think of you on my special occasions when I wear your mother's perfume.
Thursday, June 11, 2015
Life in a Bubble
I never thought about it before. If I did, I guess I didn't give much attention to it. I've lived much of my life in a bubble. I grew up in a Christian home. I went to church camp. I ran around with friends who were also Christians. I went to a Bible college. I worked at church day cares. I directed a summer church camp. I went back to college at a Christian college. I've never tried cigarettes, I tried alcohol for the first time as an adult. I work at a school with mostly fellow Christians where it's common to hear the local Christian radio station playing and people share prayer requests.
Then I look at my recent summer job experiences. Last year I worked with some great people. I became friends with several. However, there and where I'm working this summer, I hear language like I've never heard before. Now, I've heard those words. I've even spoken some out of anger before. However, they're not a part of my vocabulary. To hear so many of them that an entire prime-time television show would be bleeped out because they're so frequent, is just shocking to my system. It's a rough environment for me. I'm trying to let my light shine. I just pray that the darkness I feel around me doesn't blow my light out. Please pray for me. I feel safe in my bubble. But I know God has once again placed me where He wants me "for such a time as this."