“But none of these things move me, neither count I my life dear unto myself, so that I might finish my course with joy…”
Acts 20:24
About a month ago, I was ready to move up in the company I had been with for about a year. Although the commission-paid position had its more arduous days than not, I enjoyed the work I did. I enjoyed the daily interactions with my diverse clients. And best of all, my managers respected me enough to entrust me with many responsibilities – safe to say my work ethic was exemplary.
So when I relocated from NY after graduation to heed the voice of God, it made sense to stay with the company. In truth, the transition was not as smooth as I would have liked but God, at the right time, moved the right people to put me where I needed and wanted to be to make ends meet.
So when the opportunity peeked, I began to consider a path up the ladder since I had all the qualifications and my supervisors’ support. A plausible plan came about and I was set to pursue the road to management, (unless God said “no.”)
Just a couple of weeks before things were set in motion, God did say “No.”
The week after that, the “No,” was delivered even stronger as the spirit told me it was time to leave the company.
You can imagine my tremor at the thought of not having a plan, but I thank God that my trust in him has matured so much more than before. So, I asked the Lord to show me the way.
Here I am now, heading into my last week at my current position, and I am so very tired.
I came home from a long day at work yesterday night and the ache in my body was almost paralyzing. Perhaps it was the 40-minute drive to work and the the 40-minute drive home, or the slow pace of my 8-hour shift on my feet, or the nervousness going through me as I wait on God to show me what is next.
All I know is, I feel really worn out. I mean Lord! My body feels really overwhelmed!
Then the vision was made clear to me – I feel the weight of all my work because it is the last leg of this particular race. KEEP READING HERE