I am having a Friday like its Monday. It’s
weird how we place certain values on days, events, even our dog’s names. Now
most of us at some point in our work a day world live for Friday, some people
only animate at 0030 Friday morning and through the subsequent weekend. And then
like a vampire, sink into deep despair, at the end, moving Zombie like through
the week until its FRIDAY. Oh, I thought we were talking about me, but enough
about me.
Seriously, it’s been a wild and wacky
week. So much is info coming out of the news reports; and papers and around the
water cooler. (We actually have one in my office, but no one hangs around it
though) On Tuesday I awoke with my semi-annual Sinus issue that tends to take
away my hearing, or taste in my mouth or at least fill my head with pressure
like a balloon. I try to ignore these seemingly minor ailments and push
through. But I had to take one for the team and call out sick. I hate doing
that but it happens. But I took this as a “teaching moment”. I asked the
Universe, what does this mean when have these small things, and they feel like
big things? The answer or question to me was: “What is
your Priority”. Or rather, who is on First in your life? Why are you working so
hard, so long and for what purpose? Another question/answer was “Who are you
serving?” Is it your boss or is it me?
I was flummoxed to say the least, but
I pondered the answers. I say with my lips and hopefully my full heart that I
am serving my Heavenly Father, that all I am and who I will be is for Him. But
do my actions prove it? My boss is out
of the office for a few months, and she left an entire agenda. The office was
to function as if she was here, and every detail would be met, as if she was
here. But she is a hard taskmaster, and somewhere during the third week, we
(the staff and I) had a breakdown in communications. There is a paper backlog a
month long, all of us at some point have been working way too much overtime (I
don’t care what Donald Trump says about overtime). I realized that I have
become like those sitcom’s where the husband is always working late and the
wife is always eating dinner by herself. What is suffering is time with family,
time with God, rest and health. (And don’t get me started about the overdue
laundry). I lost a crown on a tooth during dinner, and I panicked because I
knew I would have to take a sick day to get it fixed. (My Dentist takes Friday’s
off to be with her family). And that’s when I had to shut it down. Who am I
serving?
It Is
Well With My Soul Lyrics
When peace, like a river, attended my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
It is well, with my soul,
it is well, with my soul,
it is well, it is well, with my soul.
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
and hath shed His own blood for my soul.
It is well, with my soul,
it is well, with my soul,
it is well, it is well, with my soul.
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
It is well, with my soul,
it is well, with my soul,
it is well, it is well, with my soul.
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
and hath shed His own blood for my soul.
It is well, with my soul,
it is well, with my soul,
it is well, it is well, with my soul.
I need a revival, peace like a river to help
me get my heart and head straight on. It’s new music Friday Y’all. I found some
good Old time gospel from a New School group, the “ Berklee Gospel &
Roots Choir”. Go look them up, they are
solid. Also a new to me home girl named Lauren Daigle. She is from my home
state of La.,and a true child of God. She has a beautiful voice and a tremendous
testimony of the gospel in her life. I love her music. So have a good Friday and
enjoy the concert
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