I had a job once. It was nice because it paid me real money. Well, It would have. I worked at Taco Viva in West Palm Beach for 5 hours and never came back. I got fired by another employee, not even the manager. Said they'd hired me on accident, that they didn't really need anyone. Which was fine with me. I hated the job. I didn't know how to make a taco. What kind of 18 year old can't make a taco? What kind of 18 year old lets his mama make his taco? Pathetic. Taco Viva still owes me for the 5 hours. Wonder if I can still get it?
I remember the most miserable I've ever been on a job. I used to work for a company that made concrete water storage tanks. Some times they'd leak and we would have to travel out of town to fix 'em. This one was in Colombus ,Mississippi. We fixed it before. Probably why it was leaking now. We had painted a rubber liner in the tank and now it was failing so we had to blast it off with pressure washers. In the dead of winter. The temps were in the low 20's and I was freezing even before I got wet. And I got wet. We sat on scaffolding about 3 feet from the wall and blasted away with the water going everywhere...including inside my rain suit.I was so cold. It was hard for all of us but we managed to stick it out and fix the tank (I think). I don't know if I'd have finished if others weren't there with me.
I get tired of reading the bible sometimes. It's a great sleep aid if you read it at the right time of the day. Some times I get tired of praying too. I think I realize sometimes I show up to Gods door with his "to do" list for the day. "...And if you get through with that before the days end come see me. I have another list...". I try to have conversations with Him throughout the day but when it comes to asking for things I feel like "why bother" 'cause not much happens when I do ask. Yeah, I'm pretty shallow. Have you ever been addicted to anything, like cigarettes, crack, food, porn,television,alcohol, et al and asked God to help you stop? It's like He's on vacation. Always wondered where He goes to do that....
Life is about work. And that's not a bad thing. Well, I guess it can be but you can derive so much pleasure from it too. I've said before that I've had a good and bad marriage over the past 26 years and it has taken lots of work to make it happy. Mostly it's because I took a lot of time off from the good work of marriage and let it get bad in spots which makes the work of restoration all the harder. And I don't like hard work. I have a tendency toward laziness so I've needed help form time to time from my brothers to grab me by the arm and walk with me in the doing of the good work of marriage, of parenthood, of walking with my DAD or my job. I think that's one of the reasons why we have brothers and sisters. At least that's what I'm using 'em for. Guess that sounds bad. I love my family of faith and am so grateful that they love me and are willing to help. I cherish them and hope they know I do. They make me feel good.
Sometimes we reap what we sow and end up in a hard place. I don't understand it but sometimes we just end up in a hard place for who knows what reason. It's not our fault but here we are. I want to say the hard place is not where we are supposed to be, that we are meant for an easier life but I can't. History is littered with examples of people who were born into hardship and died in it. Children of Israel in Egypt anyone? It just doesn't seem fair but I'm not the one who gets to decide that. So sometimes I try to be content "...no matter the situation..." like Paul. But some times it's easier to whine...
Don't know why I'm writing this today. I wrote the first paragraph 2 weeks ago but forgot where I was goin' with it. Just sat down and started typing tonight . I'm in a hard place right now and am working my way through it. May get wet. And cold. May have to learn to make tacos. But I will make it. I don't know how long or how hard I'll have to work. Maybe a day, maybe a month, maybe a year. It doesn't matter. I have a great life filled with a fabulous wife and kids and my brothers and sisters who care. Most of all, I have a DAD who knows so much about me and cares so deeply for me. He is proud to call me His son and is so dedicated to helping me work out life and become who He said I already am. It's an honor to know Him. Think I want to be like Him when I grow up....
Now about that list.....
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