Have you ever had one of those days when you really wanted to finish something, but you just couldn’t. You know, like when you need to go to the doctor, but the car won’t start, and the taxi won’t be there for an hour.
Well, that is what my Thursday was like. I’m a software engineer, and my job lately is to fix things that are not working right. It sounds easy enough, after all I’ve been doing this for over a decade and I should know how to fix it when it’s broke.
My morning started out well enough, I had found the problem the evening before, and even talked to the original engineer that wrote this section, and he assured me he would look at in “in the morning”. So, when morning came, and I went to him for the consultation, and he didn’t have time for it. He said he would get to it. Being the easily irritated person I am, I was irritated. I went back to my desk with the plan to fix it without his help. I came up with what I thought was a brilliant solution, and then I was told I couldn’t actually apply my fix until this other person looked at it. Now, normally, that would be a reasonable request, after all we want the right fix, but this day, I was irritated because he wouldn’t make time to talk to me and I just had to wait.
I almost went ballistic, but instead I went home for an early lunch, thinking about not bothering to ever go back. Fortunately Debbie was home to help me start cooling down. We had a relatively relaxing lunch, and then I realized what I needed to do.
If you are a Christian, you know exactly what I realized. I needed to pray. You see, all morning I had been listening to those voices in my head that say things like; “they don’t care”, “they aren’t committed to getting this done”, “they are wasting your time”. Yes, all those voices that made me angrier and angrier. I even had a fellow worker try to tell me “it’s only a job”, to which I retorted “it’s not JUST a job”.
Ok, so I am a little intense… Well, maybe a lot intense.
Anyway, after lunch, I went to a room by myself and I prayed. Did I pray that God would bring fire down on all those people who were keeping me from getting stuff done? No, I prayed and allowed God to remind me that He was in control, and that I should let Him lead, and that I should stop listening to those other voices in my head. He reminded me that my work is only a job, and that He provided it for me so I could afford to do my real work, which is to be a minister for Him.
We all need money to live, and God will provide for our needs when we trust in Him;
Matthew 6:24-29 says; You cannot serve God and wealth. “For this reason I say to you, do not be worried about your life, as to what you will eat or what you will drink; nor for your body, as to what you will put on. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing? Look at the birds of the air, that they do not sow, nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not worth much more than they? And who of you by being worried can add a single hour to his life? And why are you worried about clothing? Observe how the lilies of the field grow; they do not toil nor do they spin, yet I say to you that not even Solomon in all his glory clothed himself like one of these.
I got all wound up about all the wrong things, and for nothing. My desire is to remember who I belong to, and what is really important. How about you?