Almost three years ago I was reassigned to a different manager. At first I thought no big deal. Same work to do, with the same people, but now I have a different boss, but it was only a matter of weeks before my happy meter went from 95 to -105! When I had my first face to face meeting with her she actually said, “I’ve heard about you. You like to give 120%. I’m going to bring you down from that.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
During the next few weeks, which turned into months she questioned everything I did, or tried to do. Nothing was ever right or good enough. The pressure would start the very moment she walked through the door. There was one day I came so close to standing up and telling her, “I QUIT!” If I had done so I would have been throwing away 18 years of work. There were many days in the mornings the very thought of going to work would bring tears to my eyes. I begin crying out to God to do something. Anything, I didn’t care, I just wanted out from under the stress, and the oppression.
I thought of many ways God could answer my prayer, but I knew from experience that His ways are higher than ours (ISA 55:9). I tried to transfer out of my department to no avail. Then I finally begin to realize God might just have a plan. Well, years have gone by since this ordeal started, and just this past week I heard these words come out of my boss’ mouth, “Mark, you bring real value to our team. When you see something that needs to be done, you take care of it.” It was all I could do to hold back my emotions.
By consistently trusting God, which wasn’t easy, and knowing I had placed this in His hands, the end of the ordeal has been realized. I have made it through the storm and have safely reached the other side. The outcome? I have l
earned to trust in God in a greater way. I have learned that standing up for ones rights does not always achieve the desired results. But
perhaps the greatest achievement is this; my boss now respects me, and maybe now I have earned the right to be heard. I now have a platform to stand on when I share Jesus with her. God can now cross this one off His to-do-list. Thank you Father.
opened the bag I looked at the price. I said to myself, I paid 3.69 for this small bag? WOW! Although they are really good. Then it made me think, do we consider the cost before everything we do and say? I hope so. Everything we do and say affects something, or someone else. Is it worth it? Will the cost to fix it be more if it is wrong? Can it even be fixed? Maybe not, but when we turn it over to Jesus it can always be forgiven. Count the cost. (I had to get a drink because, “These pretzels are making me thirsty!” Jerry Seinfeld)
brakes to prevent an accident and I honked. They honked. Then as I was looking for a parking spot I happen to notice a vehicle close behind me with their bright lights on. What’s up with them? I thought. Then it occurred to me that could be the ones I honked at. I didn’t park. Instead I started driving. They followed. I got on the highway. They did too. So I decided to get off the highway and go to the local police department. In the mean time I dialed 911. 911 confirmed my plan. As I pulled into the police station they decided to book it out of there. Unfortunately they got away before the police arrived.
has had a particular theme to it. “Cleaning Out” At work I was tasked with cleaning out cubicles and cabinets once used by employees before they retired. At home going through every place one can put things and asking, “Do I really need this?” This is particularly hard for men who think they will use anything someday to fix something. Butt (typo intended) also personally cleaning out this week as I went for my first colonoscopy. Talk about things you really don’t need!
s to God every believer will sing in their native tongue, but collectively it will become a beautiful melody instead of being a chaotic mess. So I would have to add one more to the list of things not requiring translating: praise to God.
you, because you don’t love enough those that are at risk of living eternity in hell to do something about it. Pastor Robert Morris of Gateway Church in Southlake, Texas puts it this way, “You wouldn’t drive home and see that your neighbor’s house is on fire and pull into your garage and say, “Someone else will call the fire department.”” He goes on to say, “Your neighbor’s house isn’t on fire. Your neighbor is!”