I've never had good experiences with birthdays. When it comes to birthdays, I grew up in a house you rarely got a present, if you were lucky you got a cake of your choice, and you picked out your favorite home cooked meal to have for dinner on your birthday night. My parents were never into the celebrating birthday thing, I barely got a happy birthday from them. I've learned over the years that birthdays are just another day, there's nothing special about them. Occasionally I forget that, and I actually get excited about my birthday, I get disappointed every time I do.
It was almost my 13th birthday. I was so excited! My family never did anything for birthdays, but I remembered thinking this would be different since it's my big 13th birthday! I remembered how a few years ago was my sister Mollies 13th birthday, everyone celebrated it. My other sister and her husband took Mollie out for dinner, at her choice restaurant, another sister of mine got Mollie a card and some money and even my parents got her a card and a present. So even though birthdays have never been important in my household the 13th birthday must be! I had a dream where it was just like all my birthdays had been in the past. I brushed that dream aside. No way was it just gonna be like my normal birthdays when Mollies birthday was so awesome!
Finally my 13th birthday arrived. It didn't take me long to realize my birthday was just another day, nobody cared that it was my big 13th birthday, and that I was finally a teenager. No cake, no presents, no cards, nothing except for a few happy birthdays. I was so disappointed, I cried that day a lot. Honestly it took me five years to get over my disappointment.. I thought nobody loved me. If they did they would have given me the special treatment Mollie had gotten on her birthday. With that being said, ever since my 13th birthday I pretty much hated birthdays in my mind nobody cared, my birthday just reminded me how much they didn't.
This year will be my 20th birthday, I got excited again. This will be the first birthday that I have someone to celebrate it with, my boyfriend. We had planned to go over to his parents house to celebrate the new year, I was excited because him inviting me to spend time with his family isn't something that happens very often at all.
My birthday would have been perfect, except things never go the way I want them to. Now, I have to freakin' work on my birthday. Why? Because my boss knew it was my birthday and didn't care. He wanted off that day, I guess if your the boss your allowed to be selfish though. He always claimed he appreciates all my hard work. Yeah, I can tell how much he appreciates me... So much I need to work on my birthday. Not only do I have to work on my birthday, but I have to close the store down on my birthday, when I shouldn't have had too. My sister, the manger whom writes the schedule could have at least let me get an hour off early and let someone else close. Honestly, as childish as this sounds, I cried several times over this whole thing within this past week. I'm okay now though, I think.
Let me get something straight, I realize if it means so much to me that I don't work on my birthday I should have asked for it off. That was dumb of me to expect to get it off just because my sister writes the schedule. If I worked anywhere else that would have been expected to ask for it off and not just assume I would have it off. My boss may have known it was my birthday that day, but I guess when you are a boss you're allowed to be selfish.
Despite me working on my birthday, I'm not going to let it ruin my day like I've done in the past when things don't go the way I want them too. Why not? Because there are things in life we can't control, but what we can control is our actions and our re-actions. We can control our attitude. If we choose to be upset about something we can't control what good does it do? It makes it where nobody wants to be around you that's about all it does. That's why I'm choosing to be happy despite me working on my birthday. I'm done being upset, that didn't help any it just made me feel worse.
12-26-2014
Friday, December 26, 2014
Wednesday, December 24, 2014
No Room In the Inn
It's Christmas tomorrow! I love Christmas! I was wiping down the shelves, checking the dates on all the items, and pulling the grocery items forward to make everything look nice the other day. While I was doing this I heard a Christmas song on the radio. The song I heard mentioned something about how there was no room for Jesus in the inn. That line got me thinking.
There was no room in the inn for Jesus. He was born in a filthy stable instead. It's kinda disappointing to hear that, He's king! He deserved to be born somewhere nice and clean.
Even now, as Christians there is no room for Jesus. Just like there was no room for Jesus in the inn, there is no room for Jesus in our lives. We cram our days with so many things it's hard to fit everything we need to do in it, so we do only what we find most important. How sad is that; There is no room for Jesus in our lives because we replaced him with the filthy lust of this world. Everyday we choose this world over Jesus. He should be king of our lives, not this world.
We claim to be Christians yet there is no evidence of Christ in our lives. We're to busy for him.
Church? I stayed up late last night I'm to tired. The Bible? I'm to busy. My day is booked I don't have time to read the Bible. It doesn't apply to be anyways. Prayer? What's the point? I doubt praying will do anything. Witness? I'll sound stupid. Music that praises God? Nah, I like my brake up, drunkin' parties, sex filled songs to much. We will come up with just about any excuse or justification to help us feel better about leaving Jesus out of our lives. The thing is God isn't fooled by them. He saw you could have left that party early, so you could wake up early to go to church. He saw you watching television when you could have been reading the Bible or praying. He sees our hearts. In the same way that you make time for your family and friends, if God really is important to you, you will make time for him.
It would be easy for Jesus to be in our lives constantly if somehow he was just forced in it. There would be no problem then. But we need to make room for Jesus, in the end he is the only thing that matters in the end anyways.
Where is Jesus in your day? Is there room for Him? I hope so, I know this is something I've always struggled with. Jesus died for us, so that we have a way to heaven to live with Him eternally! The least we can do is bring him into our everyday lives.
As you go through your day, remember to make room for Jesus. Here is one of my favorite Christmas songs, with a great reminder. Without Christ Christmas is nothing. This Is Christmas. I hope you have a very merry Christmas!!!
There was no room in the inn for Jesus. He was born in a filthy stable instead. It's kinda disappointing to hear that, He's king! He deserved to be born somewhere nice and clean.
Even now, as Christians there is no room for Jesus. Just like there was no room for Jesus in the inn, there is no room for Jesus in our lives. We cram our days with so many things it's hard to fit everything we need to do in it, so we do only what we find most important. How sad is that; There is no room for Jesus in our lives because we replaced him with the filthy lust of this world. Everyday we choose this world over Jesus. He should be king of our lives, not this world.
We claim to be Christians yet there is no evidence of Christ in our lives. We're to busy for him.
Church? I stayed up late last night I'm to tired. The Bible? I'm to busy. My day is booked I don't have time to read the Bible. It doesn't apply to be anyways. Prayer? What's the point? I doubt praying will do anything. Witness? I'll sound stupid. Music that praises God? Nah, I like my brake up, drunkin' parties, sex filled songs to much. We will come up with just about any excuse or justification to help us feel better about leaving Jesus out of our lives. The thing is God isn't fooled by them. He saw you could have left that party early, so you could wake up early to go to church. He saw you watching television when you could have been reading the Bible or praying. He sees our hearts. In the same way that you make time for your family and friends, if God really is important to you, you will make time for him.
It would be easy for Jesus to be in our lives constantly if somehow he was just forced in it. There would be no problem then. But we need to make room for Jesus, in the end he is the only thing that matters in the end anyways.
Where is Jesus in your day? Is there room for Him? I hope so, I know this is something I've always struggled with. Jesus died for us, so that we have a way to heaven to live with Him eternally! The least we can do is bring him into our everyday lives.
As you go through your day, remember to make room for Jesus. Here is one of my favorite Christmas songs, with a great reminder. Without Christ Christmas is nothing. This Is Christmas. I hope you have a very merry Christmas!!!
Friday, December 19, 2014
Never a Dull Moment
I'll be honest, I
don't have very many exciting stories to tell. I work at a grocery store. Yes,
it can be as boring as it sounds. Very little happens where I work that is
actually interesting or exciting, but yesterday afternoon, something
interesting happened at work. Something that I would have never expected. The
police came into the store I work at, fully armed.
My day started out as
a normal Thursday, until three o'clock in the afternoon. I looked out the
window and saw a tan police blazer with its lights flashing red and blue,
driving on the road right next to my work. I wondered where they were going.
Next thing I know, I saw them pull into the parking lot! What the heck are
the police doing here I wondered. There were three of them. They got out of the
blazer extremely fast, then ran into the store shouting, "Police!"
They each had their guns lowered like they were ready to use them at any
moment. I can't even describe how confused I was at that moment. As far as I
knew no one here had done anything even remotely wrong. One police officer
shouted and asked if anyone was in the back of the store. I answered him and
told him there was someone there. My sister was in the back of the store,
working. They started to search the store. They split up, searching the small
store, each one took their own aisle. They were headed to the back of the
store. I knew there was nobody in the store except for my sister, the owner's
dad, my boyfriend and myself. Of course, they didn't know that. As they were
searching the store, my heart was pounding, I was scared. I was scared because
my sister was in the back of the store. She didn't know police was in the
grocery store; I bet you anything that was the last thing on her mind. This
might sound silly, but I kept thinking of all the news stories and movies that
showed an innocent civilian getting shot because the police didn't expect them.
I was scared my sister would end up wounded, or worst dead. Exactly like the
people on those shows. I know that probably doesn't happen very often, but the
thought still crossed my mind. I was still very concerned. My boyfriend must
have seen the concerned look in my eyes, he moved closer towards me and touched
my back. Unfortunately, his comforting touch didn't help me any. I was relieved
when I saw the police coming back to the front of the store without anyone. My
sister turned out just fine.
The whole event took
less than ten minutes. The police found nobody, just as I expected. They said
they were looking for an armed suspect who was wearing a blue vest. The suspect
had been seen in the area, so they decided they needed to check out the grocery
store I work at. They asked me if I had seen anyone fitting their vague
description. I thought back, trying to remember seeing someone wearing a blue
vest, but my mind was blank. I see so many customers in one day, someone in a
blue vest isn't going to stand out to me. I remember people’s faces, not their
clothes. Later on that day my sister reminded me of a customer who comes in
regularly, came in wearing a blue vest. I remembered seeing him once she had
mentioned him. I specifically remember he got six dollars’ worth of gas. Then
he wished me a merry Christmas. I would be lying if I said I was surprised that
this person is a suspect. The rumor is he is a drug dealer.
Maybe this story
wasn't as exciting as you might have expected it to be, but I found it very
exciting. The whole thing seemed like a scene from a movie. It was that crazy.
Sometimes I need stories like what happened yesterday, just to remind me my job
isn't boring. Actually, after that, I am doubtful I will ever complain about
having a boring job. This event made me realize that in reality I probably have
a more eventful job than a lot of people do. Simply because I deal with
hundreds of people each day, hundreds of crazy, dramatic, eventful people.
People are full of events, which somehow manages to make my job just a little
more exciting, sometimes.
12-11-2014
Tuesday, December 16, 2014
It's Just a Penny
"Okay, your total is $20.64."
"Okay, here's the twenty." He paused, handing me the twenty dollar bill. He looked at the of the cash in his other hand and put in back in his wallet. "Let me see if I have the sixty four cents." He dug his hand in his pocket looking for change. I glanced at the line and saw two other people waiting behind him.
"Okay." I said annoyed. He knew I was about to close, yet he was still taking as long as possible.
Finally, a minute later he pulled out a handful of change. He moved his fist full of change towards me. I started to grabbed sixty five cents.
"Yeah, you can get it." He said like he didn't want me to at first. As I was putting the money in the cash register, I glanced behind him and saw five people in line now.
"Have a good night." I fake smiled. He just stood there like he still wanted something. "You gave me back exact change." I reminded him.
"Well, not exactly." Once he said that I realized that I shorted him a penny. Oops, shame on me. I opened the register in a hurry, I grabbed two pennies on accident and handed them to him. "It was sixty four cents, I gave you sixty five.You only owe me one penn..." I cut him off talking to the next customer in line.
"Is that it for you today?"
I felt pretty awesome for doing that. He knew I was suppose to be closed right now, yet he was still taking his time, and he made a big deal over a freakin' penny. I mean come on, it was just a penny. I felt like he deserved me being a little rude to him. I had a line, I was already suppose to be closed, I wasn't gonna waste anymore time with this guy who obviously had no consideration for my time. That was my thought process at the moment. I realize now, even though it was just a penny I shorted him, I should have apologized and meant it. I'm suppose to be like-Christ. I need to be an example for this lost and dying word, even if that means being nice to people who have no consideration. In the same way pennies always add up to something bigger, so does small things I do to be an example. Everything I do makes a difference someway or another.
12-12-2014
"Okay, here's the twenty." He paused, handing me the twenty dollar bill. He looked at the of the cash in his other hand and put in back in his wallet. "Let me see if I have the sixty four cents." He dug his hand in his pocket looking for change. I glanced at the line and saw two other people waiting behind him.
"Okay." I said annoyed. He knew I was about to close, yet he was still taking as long as possible.
Finally, a minute later he pulled out a handful of change. He moved his fist full of change towards me. I started to grabbed sixty five cents.
"Yeah, you can get it." He said like he didn't want me to at first. As I was putting the money in the cash register, I glanced behind him and saw five people in line now.
"Have a good night." I fake smiled. He just stood there like he still wanted something. "You gave me back exact change." I reminded him.
"Well, not exactly." Once he said that I realized that I shorted him a penny. Oops, shame on me. I opened the register in a hurry, I grabbed two pennies on accident and handed them to him. "It was sixty four cents, I gave you sixty five.You only owe me one penn..." I cut him off talking to the next customer in line.
"Is that it for you today?"
I felt pretty awesome for doing that. He knew I was suppose to be closed right now, yet he was still taking his time, and he made a big deal over a freakin' penny. I mean come on, it was just a penny. I felt like he deserved me being a little rude to him. I had a line, I was already suppose to be closed, I wasn't gonna waste anymore time with this guy who obviously had no consideration for my time. That was my thought process at the moment. I realize now, even though it was just a penny I shorted him, I should have apologized and meant it. I'm suppose to be like-Christ. I need to be an example for this lost and dying word, even if that means being nice to people who have no consideration. In the same way pennies always add up to something bigger, so does small things I do to be an example. Everything I do makes a difference someway or another.
12-12-2014
Wednesday, December 10, 2014
Be Grateful
"Hello! How are you today?" I asked a customer as he entered the store.
"I'm doing okay, I guess." He answered.
"Oh. Well, I guess that's good." I said feeling a little awkward.
"Yeah, I could be better" He replied.
"Could be worse." I said, once again feeling awkward.
"Could be better." He snapped back. I was silent after that.
This conversation I had with a customer the other day reminds me of the same one had in Perspective. Yeah, I understand bad things happen. I understand that things always can be better. The thing is you're still living! You can talk, you can see, you can hear! It seems to me things aren't as bad as you think they are. This is definitely a perspective issue.
I know I've already wrote a blog on perspective so I really don't have much of a need to write one again. This is pretty much just a reminder instead. Be grateful; things might be bad in you life, but they're still better than others people's problems...
12-10-2014
"I'm doing okay, I guess." He answered.
"Oh. Well, I guess that's good." I said feeling a little awkward.
"Yeah, I could be better" He replied.
"Could be worse." I said, once again feeling awkward.
"Could be better." He snapped back. I was silent after that.
This conversation I had with a customer the other day reminds me of the same one had in Perspective. Yeah, I understand bad things happen. I understand that things always can be better. The thing is you're still living! You can talk, you can see, you can hear! It seems to me things aren't as bad as you think they are. This is definitely a perspective issue.
I know I've already wrote a blog on perspective so I really don't have much of a need to write one again. This is pretty much just a reminder instead. Be grateful; things might be bad in you life, but they're still better than others people's problems...
12-10-2014
Sunday, December 7, 2014
Gossip
I realized a few days ago one of my many bad habits... Gossip. I really do love to gossip, I love telling other people things about people that I've found out.
The other night a lady came into the store and gave me some juicy gossip on her ex-boyfriend, my boyfriends co-worker, and one of my customer. Ash calls him "dreadlock kid".
From the second dreadlock kid's ex-girlfriend told me what she told me I was already super excited about telling Ash this rumor. This was some good stuff! I almost texted Ash the rumor. As I was tying my text something stopped me. My conscience... It felt like what you see on the cartoons, the devil on the left side of the shoulder, with an angel on the right one.
Devil: "You should tell Ash and your boyfriend! They will get a kick out of this rumor!"
Angel: "You know you shouldn't gossip."
Devil: "Gossip? Psh! What's the big deal?"
Angel: "You know you're suppose to be lifting others up. Gossip is the opposite. You lower them down when you spread rumors like that."
Devil: "You're not lowering him. You're just gonna tell a good story about him. Everyone expects something like that from him anyways."
Angel: "Why are you gonna tell them the story? Why do they need to know? Does it effect them? If it doesn't you telling them will lower him."
Devil: *Speechless*
Sorry if that was a lousy example, but you get the point. That was my thought process and that last line the angel used was what made me realize that there is no way to sugarcoat gossip it's still wrong. It's so easy to get caught up into gossip, but I need to work on building people up instead of lowering them.
Ephesians 4:29 NLT Don’t use foul or abusive language. Let everything you say be good and helpful, so that your words will be an encouragement to those who hear them.
This verse really stuck out to me when I first read it. I know it was probably talking about cuss words but I think it can be used about gossip just as well. Making sure that everything I say is encouraging is part of not gossiping. When I tell someone a rumor that isn't encouraging anyone. It's only lower them.
Verses To Ponder:
Titus 3:2 NLT They must not slander anyone and must avoid quarreling. Instead, they should be gentle and show true humility to everyone.
Proverbs 11:13 NLT A gossip goes around telling secrets, but those who are trustworthy can keep a confidence.
12-03-2014
The other night a lady came into the store and gave me some juicy gossip on her ex-boyfriend, my boyfriends co-worker, and one of my customer. Ash calls him "dreadlock kid".
From the second dreadlock kid's ex-girlfriend told me what she told me I was already super excited about telling Ash this rumor. This was some good stuff! I almost texted Ash the rumor. As I was tying my text something stopped me. My conscience... It felt like what you see on the cartoons, the devil on the left side of the shoulder, with an angel on the right one.
Devil: "You should tell Ash and your boyfriend! They will get a kick out of this rumor!"
Angel: "You know you shouldn't gossip."
Devil: "Gossip? Psh! What's the big deal?"
Angel: "You know you're suppose to be lifting others up. Gossip is the opposite. You lower them down when you spread rumors like that."
Devil: "You're not lowering him. You're just gonna tell a good story about him. Everyone expects something like that from him anyways."
Angel: "Why are you gonna tell them the story? Why do they need to know? Does it effect them? If it doesn't you telling them will lower him."
Devil: *Speechless*
Sorry if that was a lousy example, but you get the point. That was my thought process and that last line the angel used was what made me realize that there is no way to sugarcoat gossip it's still wrong. It's so easy to get caught up into gossip, but I need to work on building people up instead of lowering them.
Ephesians 4:29 NLT Don’t use foul or abusive language. Let everything you say be good and helpful, so that your words will be an encouragement to those who hear them.
This verse really stuck out to me when I first read it. I know it was probably talking about cuss words but I think it can be used about gossip just as well. Making sure that everything I say is encouraging is part of not gossiping. When I tell someone a rumor that isn't encouraging anyone. It's only lower them.
Verses To Ponder:
Titus 3:2 NLT They must not slander anyone and must avoid quarreling. Instead, they should be gentle and show true humility to everyone.
Proverbs 11:13 NLT A gossip goes around telling secrets, but those who are trustworthy can keep a confidence.
12-03-2014
Monday, November 17, 2014
A Million Readers
I was mopping the floor the other day. This really really creepy looking guy came in. When I say he looked creepy, I mean creepy. He actually looked like a serial killer! Don't get me wrong, I highly doubt he actually is a serial killer, but he looked like one. As he was leaving he looked at me and started singing.
"This is the way we mop the floor, mop the floor". I just stared at him and smiled trying to comprehend what he was singing. Finally, I responded.
"Yeah, this is how I mop it." He left right after I said that.
Ash and I started talking about my blogs. She is so awesome, out of the five people I told about my blog (I've only showed it to two of those people), she's the only one who has really encouraged me about it, and my dream to make it a book some day. Ash is awesome!
I was joking around how one day my blog is gonna become a hit, and I will have a million people reading it. I wasn't serious at all, that would be awesome, but it's that's not realistic. As I was joking with her, that serial killer looking guy came back in to get his refund back on gas. He walked straight up to the register.
"What are you going to have a million people reading?" He asked me. I knew exactly where this conversation was going.
"Um, by blogs." I smiled. "I have had this blog a year, and I really don't have anyone reading it at all." I paused and laughed. "So yes, someday I will have a million readers." I only said that because I wanted him to know I was joking, there is no way I will ever have a million readers on this blog.
"Oh, well what's this blog about?" He started walking closer to the door where now we were straight across from each other.
"Well it's about work." He looked very confused.
"Where else do you work?"
"Oh, no it's about here. It's about experiences I have here, and the customers." Now, he started laughing, almost like this was the stupidest idea he had ever heard of. I started to laugh too, even though I didn't find it funny at all.
"Well," He paused for a split second. "How might I find this blog?" Yep, I was right, this conversation went exactly where I thought it would.
"Um, well there isn't really a way to get to it." I lied, I know.
"Oh, well how do you expect people to read it then?" I shrugged, and then smiled.
"I don't." Literally right after I had said that he left.
I'll be honest, I almost told him how to find it. I really almost did, I wanted to so bad. Why? Because I want just one person to read my blogs on a regular basis and actually enjoy reading them. This might sound silly, but I want at least one person to be "touched" by my blogs in some way or another.
The thing is, even though I so desperately want someone to read my blogs, I'm not so desperate to let someone from my work read them. I don't know this guy. I don't need a random creepy guy from work reading my blog. That would have been crazy if I would have actually gave it to him. Even though I don't add very much personal information on this, I probably still have enough to where he could stalk me, if he wanted to, especially since he knows where I work.
Random thought: Isn't it crazy how we judge so quickly? The second I saw this guy I thought "serial killer", while I'm sure he wasn't I still managed to judge him without even trying. I was still nice to him though.
As I was writing this blog Hebrews 13:2 came to my mind.
Hebrews 13:2 Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.
That's crazy! For all I know this guy was an angel, and here I am saying he looked like a serial killer. I would feel horrible if I ever found out this guy really was an angel...
11-15-2014
"This is the way we mop the floor, mop the floor". I just stared at him and smiled trying to comprehend what he was singing. Finally, I responded.
"Yeah, this is how I mop it." He left right after I said that.
Ash and I started talking about my blogs. She is so awesome, out of the five people I told about my blog (I've only showed it to two of those people), she's the only one who has really encouraged me about it, and my dream to make it a book some day. Ash is awesome!
I was joking around how one day my blog is gonna become a hit, and I will have a million people reading it. I wasn't serious at all, that would be awesome, but it's that's not realistic. As I was joking with her, that serial killer looking guy came back in to get his refund back on gas. He walked straight up to the register.
"What are you going to have a million people reading?" He asked me. I knew exactly where this conversation was going.
"Um, by blogs." I smiled. "I have had this blog a year, and I really don't have anyone reading it at all." I paused and laughed. "So yes, someday I will have a million readers." I only said that because I wanted him to know I was joking, there is no way I will ever have a million readers on this blog.
"Oh, well what's this blog about?" He started walking closer to the door where now we were straight across from each other.
"Well it's about work." He looked very confused.
"Where else do you work?"
"Oh, no it's about here. It's about experiences I have here, and the customers." Now, he started laughing, almost like this was the stupidest idea he had ever heard of. I started to laugh too, even though I didn't find it funny at all.
"Well," He paused for a split second. "How might I find this blog?" Yep, I was right, this conversation went exactly where I thought it would.
"Um, well there isn't really a way to get to it." I lied, I know.
"Oh, well how do you expect people to read it then?" I shrugged, and then smiled.
"I don't." Literally right after I had said that he left.
I'll be honest, I almost told him how to find it. I really almost did, I wanted to so bad. Why? Because I want just one person to read my blogs on a regular basis and actually enjoy reading them. This might sound silly, but I want at least one person to be "touched" by my blogs in some way or another.
The thing is, even though I so desperately want someone to read my blogs, I'm not so desperate to let someone from my work read them. I don't know this guy. I don't need a random creepy guy from work reading my blog. That would have been crazy if I would have actually gave it to him. Even though I don't add very much personal information on this, I probably still have enough to where he could stalk me, if he wanted to, especially since he knows where I work.
Random thought: Isn't it crazy how we judge so quickly? The second I saw this guy I thought "serial killer", while I'm sure he wasn't I still managed to judge him without even trying. I was still nice to him though.
As I was writing this blog Hebrews 13:2 came to my mind.
Hebrews 13:2 Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.
That's crazy! For all I know this guy was an angel, and here I am saying he looked like a serial killer. I would feel horrible if I ever found out this guy really was an angel...
11-15-2014
Friday, November 14, 2014
Planting Seeds
Tonight "Bob" came my work today. If you've read very many of my blogs you'll probably remember him from Money. He was in a sour mood at first, but that's nothing new; he's always in a sour mood.
Despite Bob's bad mood, he began to tell me how he's finally found a girl he likes. I was super excited for him because I hate seeing people like that, always coming in unhappy, when I know there's nothing I can do to help them.
"Since you're a church goer and all, can you please say a prayer for me?" He paused. "I'm so tired of always falling for the wrong girls." Aw, I've never really had anyone actually ask me to pray for them. I told him that I would be more then happy to pray for him.
I still think he's looking for happiness in all the wrong places Money and love. The only thing that will give him true happiness, joy is Jesus Christ. So, not only am I praying for things with this girl to work out for him, but I'm praying for Bob's salvation also. He needs Jesus more then he will ever need some girl.
I love how a "seed" has already been planted. He knows I believe in God and he also knows he can come to me with things of God, like prayer. I just hope God continues to use me at my job for his glory. To use me as a tool that will bring other people to him.
11-12-2014
Despite Bob's bad mood, he began to tell me how he's finally found a girl he likes. I was super excited for him because I hate seeing people like that, always coming in unhappy, when I know there's nothing I can do to help them.
"Since you're a church goer and all, can you please say a prayer for me?" He paused. "I'm so tired of always falling for the wrong girls." Aw, I've never really had anyone actually ask me to pray for them. I told him that I would be more then happy to pray for him.
I still think he's looking for happiness in all the wrong places Money and love. The only thing that will give him true happiness, joy is Jesus Christ. So, not only am I praying for things with this girl to work out for him, but I'm praying for Bob's salvation also. He needs Jesus more then he will ever need some girl.
I love how a "seed" has already been planted. He knows I believe in God and he also knows he can come to me with things of God, like prayer. I just hope God continues to use me at my job for his glory. To use me as a tool that will bring other people to him.
11-12-2014
Saturday, November 8, 2014
Bored...
I love my job! I'm so glad I work here. I remember when I was younger I swore I would never work at this grocery store, but I can't even imagine never have worked here now, that's a sad thought. It is awesome here. :) I love the customer and pretty much everything I have to do there. The pay is something else though... I'm gonna be so sad whenever I have to quit it :/ Thankfully, I have awhile before I will quit. Anyways, this was short with no point whatsoever, but I'm bored.
11-08-2014
Friday, November 7, 2014
Never Settle For Less
Tonight at work I saw someone I haven't seen in forever. Yes, he's a guy... He used to come into my work pretty much everyday, and we would talk about random things for what seemed forever to me. I actually kinda had a crush on this guy. I haven't seen him for several months now, because he quit his job here in L.J. Seeing him again made me think a lot.
Why would I like a guy like that anyway? He isn't a Christian, he's a little younger then I am, I am not attracted to him. He drank quite a bit, he chewed, and he is a little bit on the chunky side. There was nothing about him that I wanted in a guy. What was it about him that made me like him then? I was desperate. I had just came through a long spell of having no guys in my life whatsoever.
Every time I saw him, I wanted him to ask me out so bad. He never did though. Literally a week after I started actually liking him he quit his job, and boom, he was gone. He disappeared. I truly think That Was God. God made him disappear completely from my life, because God knew I would have settled for this guy. I have a few other stories of guys I was willing to settle for, but those are stories for a different day.
It really bothers me to realize I was willing to settle for some guy that was nothing like the man I have always dreamed about, just because I didn't think my dream guy even existed. Guess what, he does.
Recently, I met this other guy at work. My boyfriend. He is so amazing, pretty much everything I want. He's my dream guy. He's the guy I didn't think even existed. I know now if I would have went out with the other guys like I had wanted, I would have ruined my chance with this so freakin' amazingly awesome guy. That's a horrible thought. I love this guy so much, I don't want to even image how my life would have turned out if I never met him.
Don't settle for less: You know what you want, don't take anything different just because you're desperate. If you settle, you are going to end up one very unhappy person. Whatever you're waiting for is Worth the Wait. I know my boyfriend/future husband was most definitely worth waiting for.
11-05-2014
Why would I like a guy like that anyway? He isn't a Christian, he's a little younger then I am, I am not attracted to him. He drank quite a bit, he chewed, and he is a little bit on the chunky side. There was nothing about him that I wanted in a guy. What was it about him that made me like him then? I was desperate. I had just came through a long spell of having no guys in my life whatsoever.
Every time I saw him, I wanted him to ask me out so bad. He never did though. Literally a week after I started actually liking him he quit his job, and boom, he was gone. He disappeared. I truly think That Was God. God made him disappear completely from my life, because God knew I would have settled for this guy. I have a few other stories of guys I was willing to settle for, but those are stories for a different day.
It really bothers me to realize I was willing to settle for some guy that was nothing like the man I have always dreamed about, just because I didn't think my dream guy even existed. Guess what, he does.
Recently, I met this other guy at work. My boyfriend. He is so amazing, pretty much everything I want. He's my dream guy. He's the guy I didn't think even existed. I know now if I would have went out with the other guys like I had wanted, I would have ruined my chance with this so freakin' amazingly awesome guy. That's a horrible thought. I love this guy so much, I don't want to even image how my life would have turned out if I never met him.
Don't settle for less: You know what you want, don't take anything different just because you're desperate. If you settle, you are going to end up one very unhappy person. Whatever you're waiting for is Worth the Wait. I know my boyfriend/future husband was most definitely worth waiting for.
11-05-2014
Monday, October 27, 2014
Tom Cain
About once a month I would find a business card for a health insurance company (trying to recruit me to get a job with that company) on my car. It was always the same business card, I wondered why someone wanted me to work somewhere so bad they are constantly leaving me the business cards on my car, but of course, I ignored them every time.
This older man came into work one afternoon, wanting to put a flyer on our bulletin board, and to talk with my boss about putting a big flyer on the window as well. He was wearing this blue shirt with a company logo on it. The logo was actually driving me crazy, I knew I had seen it somewhere I just couldn't remember where. We talked for a few minutes, I of course told him it was okay to hang the flyer up on the bulletin board. Then he started talking about how he had talked with one of my co-workers but couldn't remember who. I told him it wasn't me, I have a pretty good memory I knew I would have remembered this.
"Oh, I know it wasn't you. I could never forget you." He said that in a very low tone that made my skin crawl. Creepy, creepy old man. He finally left and I looked at that flyer he had hung, then it hit me. That business he was promoting was the same business on those business cards! I felt accomplished. I had finally figured out who was leaving them there!
A few months had passed and I forgot all about this "accomplishment" until he came two weeks ago.
"Hello, I'm just stopping in to say hi," He said as he was walking up to the register. Once he was there, he handed me the same business card he had been leaving on my car. I pretended to be interested in this part time job he was offering me. Apparently, I have such a great attitude, he really wanted me to work there. Finally I told him I would think about it then give him a call if I was interested. He informed me it was okay to text him instead. Then he asked for my number, so he would be able to reach me. I didn't give it to him, he has no reason to need my number, unless I contacted him. He left and well that's where I'm at today.
Let me say a few things. Thanks for the job offer, but no thanks. If I was interested I probably would have let you know the first time you left your business card on my car, or maybe the second time? The third? How about fourth? I'm not interested. I'm so glad you finally got the hint that your cards weren't working though. Maybe now you'll quit messing with my windshield wipers so you can make sure your business card doesn't fly away...
Why would you ask me for my number anyways? That's weird. Definitely not professional. I'm pretty sure you're just a creepy old man who thought of a "clever" way to try to get my number...
10-27-2014
This older man came into work one afternoon, wanting to put a flyer on our bulletin board, and to talk with my boss about putting a big flyer on the window as well. He was wearing this blue shirt with a company logo on it. The logo was actually driving me crazy, I knew I had seen it somewhere I just couldn't remember where. We talked for a few minutes, I of course told him it was okay to hang the flyer up on the bulletin board. Then he started talking about how he had talked with one of my co-workers but couldn't remember who. I told him it wasn't me, I have a pretty good memory I knew I would have remembered this.
"Oh, I know it wasn't you. I could never forget you." He said that in a very low tone that made my skin crawl. Creepy, creepy old man. He finally left and I looked at that flyer he had hung, then it hit me. That business he was promoting was the same business on those business cards! I felt accomplished. I had finally figured out who was leaving them there!
A few months had passed and I forgot all about this "accomplishment" until he came two weeks ago.
"Hello, I'm just stopping in to say hi," He said as he was walking up to the register. Once he was there, he handed me the same business card he had been leaving on my car. I pretended to be interested in this part time job he was offering me. Apparently, I have such a great attitude, he really wanted me to work there. Finally I told him I would think about it then give him a call if I was interested. He informed me it was okay to text him instead. Then he asked for my number, so he would be able to reach me. I didn't give it to him, he has no reason to need my number, unless I contacted him. He left and well that's where I'm at today.
Let me say a few things. Thanks for the job offer, but no thanks. If I was interested I probably would have let you know the first time you left your business card on my car, or maybe the second time? The third? How about fourth? I'm not interested. I'm so glad you finally got the hint that your cards weren't working though. Maybe now you'll quit messing with my windshield wipers so you can make sure your business card doesn't fly away...
Why would you ask me for my number anyways? That's weird. Definitely not professional. I'm pretty sure you're just a creepy old man who thought of a "clever" way to try to get my number...
10-27-2014
Working For God
Today was just a normal day at work. Nothing to awful crazy happened. I worked with "Ash". We usually talk quite a bit. Well today Ash was telling me how our boss had told her that she needs to start working harder. She of course disagrees.
"I'm not going to bust my butt for minimum wage". She said. At first when these words came out of her mouth I was agreeing with her completely, I mean really why would someone work hard if they aren't getting paid that good. Once that conversation ended I kept thinking about that sentence she said. "I'm not going to bust my butt for minimum wage". A few Bible verse came to my mind, I wasn't sure where it was located at the time though.
Colossians 3:22-24 Servants, obey in all things your masters according to the flesh; not with eyeservice, as menpleasers; but in singleness of heart, fearing God; And whatsoever ye do, do it heartily, as to the Lord, and not unto men; Knowing that of the Lord ye shall receive the reward of the inheritance: for ye serve the Lord Christ.
Ephesians 6:5-8 Servants, be obedient to them that are your masters according to the flesh, with fear and trembling, in singleness of your heart, as unto Christ; Not with eyeservice, as menpleasers; but as the servants of Christ, doing the will of God from the heart; With good will doing service, as to the Lord, and not to men: Knowing that whatsoever good thing any man doeth, the same shall he receive of the Lord, whether he be bond or free.
Clearly the writers were talking to actually servants, but this still applies to you and me today. As Christians when we work we are suppose to be working just like we are working for God, not our bosses. That means we need to be doing our absolute best, heck even if we aren't getting paid we should. God wants us to always do our best in everything we do, as if we were doing it for him. I know my work ethic would definitely be way different if I was actually working for God. If I were working for God, he wouldn't catch me on my phone very often, I would be extra happy to all the impolite people that come in, I would scrub that spot on the floor that won't come off with just the mop, I wouldn't talk with my co-workers as long, I would do so many things different. I would want to work extra hard because it is well God I would be working for. I would most definitely do everything I could to do to "impress" him. Of course, there's nothing we can do that impresses God (Isaiah 64:6), but I still would try. So, that is exactly what I need to always do, even though I'm not physically working for God, he still sees how I work. If we do are best, then we will have a reward in heaven for it. That's pretty awesome.
1 Corinthians 10:31 tells us to do everything we do for God's glory. I know that might seem a little extreme, but hear me out. You might be wondering how eating or drinking could bring God glory. Well it works like this, I don't drink alcohol. I never have, I never will. Why? To bring God glory. With me not drinking alcohol it shows others that I am different, and if others know see that I'm different they will start to wonder why. Eventually, they will see that I'm different because of Jesus. That will give him glory. So, that's one way even what you drink and eat could possibly give him glory. The same goes for working, I honestly think that's part of why God wants us to work for other people as if it were him. I want to be able to work in such a way where God gets the glory, not me.
10-18-2014
"I'm not going to bust my butt for minimum wage". She said. At first when these words came out of her mouth I was agreeing with her completely, I mean really why would someone work hard if they aren't getting paid that good. Once that conversation ended I kept thinking about that sentence she said. "I'm not going to bust my butt for minimum wage". A few Bible verse came to my mind, I wasn't sure where it was located at the time though.
Colossians 3:22-24 Servants, obey in all things your masters according to the flesh; not with eyeservice, as menpleasers; but in singleness of heart, fearing God; And whatsoever ye do, do it heartily, as to the Lord, and not unto men; Knowing that of the Lord ye shall receive the reward of the inheritance: for ye serve the Lord Christ.
Ephesians 6:5-8 Servants, be obedient to them that are your masters according to the flesh, with fear and trembling, in singleness of your heart, as unto Christ; Not with eyeservice, as menpleasers; but as the servants of Christ, doing the will of God from the heart; With good will doing service, as to the Lord, and not to men: Knowing that whatsoever good thing any man doeth, the same shall he receive of the Lord, whether he be bond or free.
Clearly the writers were talking to actually servants, but this still applies to you and me today. As Christians when we work we are suppose to be working just like we are working for God, not our bosses. That means we need to be doing our absolute best, heck even if we aren't getting paid we should. God wants us to always do our best in everything we do, as if we were doing it for him. I know my work ethic would definitely be way different if I was actually working for God. If I were working for God, he wouldn't catch me on my phone very often, I would be extra happy to all the impolite people that come in, I would scrub that spot on the floor that won't come off with just the mop, I wouldn't talk with my co-workers as long, I would do so many things different. I would want to work extra hard because it is well God I would be working for. I would most definitely do everything I could to do to "impress" him. Of course, there's nothing we can do that impresses God (Isaiah 64:6), but I still would try. So, that is exactly what I need to always do, even though I'm not physically working for God, he still sees how I work. If we do are best, then we will have a reward in heaven for it. That's pretty awesome.
1 Corinthians 10:31 tells us to do everything we do for God's glory. I know that might seem a little extreme, but hear me out. You might be wondering how eating or drinking could bring God glory. Well it works like this, I don't drink alcohol. I never have, I never will. Why? To bring God glory. With me not drinking alcohol it shows others that I am different, and if others know see that I'm different they will start to wonder why. Eventually, they will see that I'm different because of Jesus. That will give him glory. So, that's one way even what you drink and eat could possibly give him glory. The same goes for working, I honestly think that's part of why God wants us to work for other people as if it were him. I want to be able to work in such a way where God gets the glory, not me.
10-18-2014
Wednesday, October 15, 2014
The Twilight Zone
Tonight a guy comes in twenty minutes before close. This guy is well, different... Most people would use a filthy word to describe him, but lets just say he can be a jerk. He complains a lot. There's always something wrong with him. Whether he had just fallen off of a ladder and broke his leg, to having carpal tunnel surgery done on his wrist, to his high blood pressure medicine causing his body to swell up in the sun. I have never seen him without something or another being wrong. Well, as I was saying, he came in tonight, so far so good. He was unhappy that we was out of his Busch Signature Copper Lager, but that's understandable I guess. He settled on a six pack of Busch cans instead. He started to complain about how he had some trespassers, but the law won't do anything about it. I suggested he get proof, you know, take some pictures or something. To my surprise he has already took some pictures. He's even already showed the sheriff them too, and apparently they aren't good enough. This guy pulled his phone out and started to show me the pictures of these as he called them hunters. The only thing was, there was nothing there! Literally all I seen was woods. Yeah, there was a few odd looking things, but those are what I call branches, grass, trees, leaves. Not cowboy hats, rifles, camouflages, helmets, night vision goggles, and people. Yeah, you read that right. There was one picture he showed me that was supposedly some guy getting hanged. No one was getting hung. He has counted 15 of these hunters, they won't leave his place either. This guy truly believes this. He said he was scared to go outside in his yard now. Who wouldn't be, if that was really happening? I sure as heck would.
It's just sad, there was obviously no people in those photos, but he would bet his life that there really is people there. Nobody believes him of course. The sheriff asked him if he has been hallucinating a lot here lately, and told him if he calls them out again, this guy will have to start seeing a therapist.
A week later: He came in and told me these hunters now have horses also! This story keeps getting bigger and bigger! His neighbor actually came in the store once and informed me everything this guy says about the hunters isn't true. His exact words. "He's either on to much medication or not taking enough."
A month later: He came in and told me how he and these hunters shot a deer at the same time (one day BEFORE rifle season, I should add), there was eight of them and just him so they ended up getting the deer. On the bright side, at least he has talked to these people now... he followed them home once. Apparently, they live less then 2 miles away from me. I don't know the person who lives in the house he claims where these hunters live, but I'm pretty sure it's an old man. Crazy.
Have you ever seen The Twilight Zone? I have always loved this show. It always makes you think. Does stuff like that actually happen? Well most of it, probably can't, but still. Either way, this guy reminds me of someone you would see in the The Twilight Zone. Seeing things no one else can see. Nobody believes him. Drunk. This has The Twilight Zone written all over it.
10-13-2014, 11-15-2014
It's just sad, there was obviously no people in those photos, but he would bet his life that there really is people there. Nobody believes him of course. The sheriff asked him if he has been hallucinating a lot here lately, and told him if he calls them out again, this guy will have to start seeing a therapist.
A week later: He came in and told me these hunters now have horses also! This story keeps getting bigger and bigger! His neighbor actually came in the store once and informed me everything this guy says about the hunters isn't true. His exact words. "He's either on to much medication or not taking enough."
A month later: He came in and told me how he and these hunters shot a deer at the same time (one day BEFORE rifle season, I should add), there was eight of them and just him so they ended up getting the deer. On the bright side, at least he has talked to these people now... he followed them home once. Apparently, they live less then 2 miles away from me. I don't know the person who lives in the house he claims where these hunters live, but I'm pretty sure it's an old man. Crazy.
Have you ever seen The Twilight Zone? I have always loved this show. It always makes you think. Does stuff like that actually happen? Well most of it, probably can't, but still. Either way, this guy reminds me of someone you would see in the The Twilight Zone. Seeing things no one else can see. Nobody believes him. Drunk. This has The Twilight Zone written all over it.
10-13-2014, 11-15-2014
Sunday, October 5, 2014
October 2nd, 2014
Soo, today some random guy asked for my number. Awesome right?! No!! What's awesome about this is now, I have a nice way of telling guys I'm not interested, without lying...
Random Guy: "So, can I get your number?"
Me: "No, I actually have a boyfriend."
Random Guy: "Ooh, I was just kidding," *Awkward pause* "I do that sometimes."
Haha, whatever sure he was just kidding. Anyways, did you see that?! I have a boyfriend! Not even kidding, I really do! So heads up guys: This girl, right here, is no longer Collecting Numbers! I already got the only number I need now... His. <3
10-04-2014
Random Guy: "So, can I get your number?"
Me: "No, I actually have a boyfriend."
Random Guy: "Ooh, I was just kidding," *Awkward pause* "I do that sometimes."
Haha, whatever sure he was just kidding. Anyways, did you see that?! I have a boyfriend! Not even kidding, I really do! So heads up guys: This girl, right here, is no longer Collecting Numbers! I already got the only number I need now... His. <3
10-04-2014
Monday, September 29, 2014
Respect
I just got out of my car on a chilly fall day. I was just wearing my favorite pair of blue jeans and a plain old t-shirt. I started to head into work as I saw this truck pass me. The guy in the truck was waving, although I have never seen him before, I decided to wave back. He stops his truck and yells something. I start to take steps towards him too understand what he was saying, but in the middle of my step I realized I don't know this guy, I shouldn't get very close. He saw I stopped walking towards his truck so he backs up where he's right across from me.
"Are you single?"
"Um, yeah I'm-- No I'm not," His smile in his face wiped away immediately. "Sorry.".
"It's okay." then he drove off, leaving me wondering why the heck he only needed to take one look at me for him to decide he wanted to get to know me.
My body, that is exactly why it took only one look. He saw I had a nice body, and decided that was enough to know before he tries to ask me out.
This issue has really been bothering me here lately. If I was fat would guys be hitting on my all the time? If I was fat would guys still ask me out? Doesn't matter anymore I guess, it's just annoying. Shouldn't guys rather get to know me first though, instead of thinking "wow she has a good body. I'm gonna try and sleep with her" Grr. I don't want guys to only like me because of my body. I want them to like me for who I am, not what I am. But that's not the case most of the time.
Respect really is part of this, I think. If guys learn how to respect women, they wouldn't look at her body and go "Wow! That's a great body, I'm gonna try and sleep with her".
Being skinny has its flaws, well for me anyways. I guess some girls probably like the attention they get because of their bodies, but I absolutely cannot stand it. After this guy had asked if I was single I kept wishing I was fat! Call me crazy, but for two days after that I wanted to be fat. I'm happy with my body for the most part, yet for some reason I always am wanting to change it... I don't know... Anyways, this one doesn't have much of a point other then I wish guys would be more respectful.
09-29-2014
"Are you single?"
"Um, yeah I'm-- No I'm not," His smile in his face wiped away immediately. "Sorry.".
"It's okay." then he drove off, leaving me wondering why the heck he only needed to take one look at me for him to decide he wanted to get to know me.
My body, that is exactly why it took only one look. He saw I had a nice body, and decided that was enough to know before he tries to ask me out.
This issue has really been bothering me here lately. If I was fat would guys be hitting on my all the time? If I was fat would guys still ask me out? Doesn't matter anymore I guess, it's just annoying. Shouldn't guys rather get to know me first though, instead of thinking "wow she has a good body. I'm gonna try and sleep with her" Grr. I don't want guys to only like me because of my body. I want them to like me for who I am, not what I am. But that's not the case most of the time.
Respect really is part of this, I think. If guys learn how to respect women, they wouldn't look at her body and go "Wow! That's a great body, I'm gonna try and sleep with her".
Being skinny has its flaws, well for me anyways. I guess some girls probably like the attention they get because of their bodies, but I absolutely cannot stand it. After this guy had asked if I was single I kept wishing I was fat! Call me crazy, but for two days after that I wanted to be fat. I'm happy with my body for the most part, yet for some reason I always am wanting to change it... I don't know... Anyways, this one doesn't have much of a point other then I wish guys would be more respectful.
09-29-2014
That Was God
Yesterday afternoon on my way to work I was listening to Air1. They started talking and this guy called, he wanted to share his story. Basically, this guy talked how he went snowmobiling. He said that God made something catch his eye, so right as he turned his head he smacked into a barbwire fence. He would have lost his right eye if he didn't turn his head to look at whatever he was looking at. I'm sure anyone that is "lost" probably would have laughed so hard when they heard that story. I mean come on. That was just a coincidence. No, it wasn't a coincidence. Everything happens for a reason...
By the time I got to work, that story had been completely forgot about. I have so much going on, the last thing I'm going to remember is a story I heard on the radio. From the moment I walked in the door Jo (the bosses girlfriend, and assistant manger) was freaking out because our fuel delivery truck didn't arrive yet, and the company wouldn't answer their phone. We were almost out of unleaded, it wasn't going to last the entire night. So I had to deal with that. She told me to stick the unleaded tank once every hour. So 3:30 rolls around, still no delivery truck. I stuck the tank. It read 12 inches. We can't let it get below 9.5 inches, so I knew I needed to check it more then once an hour, I decided every 30 minutes after that. 4:20 rolls around, I remember I need to go check it again. I start heading into what we call the cubby, to get the keys. Before I make it there I looked out the window and saw the delivery truck. Yay! I didn't have to worry about the gas anymore. The funny thing is that right after I saw the delivery truck, someone came and asked me if we were out of gas because the pump was going super slow and then just shut off. That means we had literally just ran outta gas as the delivery guy came. That's awesome!
Some might say that was a coincidence also, but let me tell you something. That wasn't a coincidence. That was God. He does little stuff like this every single day, but the sad part is that most people, including me, take all God's little miracles for granted. As a matter of fact, most of us don't even realize it was God, and if we do realize it was him we still somehow or another manage to fail with giving God the glory. God deserves all the glory. Not the delivery guy, or whatever made that guy look away. God used these things as his instruments. He deserves the glory.
09-26-2014
By the time I got to work, that story had been completely forgot about. I have so much going on, the last thing I'm going to remember is a story I heard on the radio. From the moment I walked in the door Jo (the bosses girlfriend, and assistant manger) was freaking out because our fuel delivery truck didn't arrive yet, and the company wouldn't answer their phone. We were almost out of unleaded, it wasn't going to last the entire night. So I had to deal with that. She told me to stick the unleaded tank once every hour. So 3:30 rolls around, still no delivery truck. I stuck the tank. It read 12 inches. We can't let it get below 9.5 inches, so I knew I needed to check it more then once an hour, I decided every 30 minutes after that. 4:20 rolls around, I remember I need to go check it again. I start heading into what we call the cubby, to get the keys. Before I make it there I looked out the window and saw the delivery truck. Yay! I didn't have to worry about the gas anymore. The funny thing is that right after I saw the delivery truck, someone came and asked me if we were out of gas because the pump was going super slow and then just shut off. That means we had literally just ran outta gas as the delivery guy came. That's awesome!
Some might say that was a coincidence also, but let me tell you something. That wasn't a coincidence. That was God. He does little stuff like this every single day, but the sad part is that most people, including me, take all God's little miracles for granted. As a matter of fact, most of us don't even realize it was God, and if we do realize it was him we still somehow or another manage to fail with giving God the glory. God deserves all the glory. Not the delivery guy, or whatever made that guy look away. God used these things as his instruments. He deserves the glory.
09-26-2014
Friday, September 26, 2014
Parenting
Three teens came in the other day, there was two girls and a boy. I've saw all three of them before. One of the girls was wearing a dress. I always try to keep in eye on these teens, they are super loud and hyper. I don't really trust them, I have a bad feeling they are going to steal something while I'm not looking or something.
I was wandering throughout the store doing little odd jobs, I walk over to the meat and hear the teens so I look over, all three of them are huddle really close together and the girl with the dress on has it lifted up high enough for me to see her belly. What the heck? I probably should have said something too her, but in shock I keep walking until I'm out of site. I heard all three of them laughing because of my reaction as I walked away. I grabbed a tray of hamburger and went back to the meat hoping her dress was pulled down, because I was planning on telling her that isn't polite, and well I really didn't want to say anything to her, I knew it would cause a scene. They had all left that area when I went back. I tell my coworker to help keep in eye on those three then continue to do my job.
Who I think was the mother of the teenage girl that lifted up her dress came inside and went over to them. The girl continued to randomly lift up her dress over and over. The mother finally told her to stop, which is good cause I was about too. After that I didn't see her do it again.
Once they left I started talking to my coworker. Obviously there was something wrong with those teens, all their behavior was just insane.
"Do you think it was drugs?" I asked. I'm so oblivious on drugs, I don't know how to tell when someone uses, so I'll ask her.
"Well actually, I think they need drugs," she pauses, but I know what she's about to say. "Like medication drugs". I nod, mostly agreeing with her. Medication doesn't fix everything. I believe medication doesn't actually fix most problems like that, medication is just a way to ignore the real problem.
I still can't get over that. That girl was at least 14. I don't know about anyone else, but my parents taught me it is never okay to lift your dress up at 4. Why the heck she's 14 and still doing this, in PUBLIC I really don't know, I probably don't wanna know. Actually, I lied. I do know. She is still doing this because "at that age if you let them act like a child their gonna act like one." The main problem is lack of parenting. Plain and simple. It makes me sad to see so many kids like that, are uncontrollable because their parents didn't parent them. Parents need to step up and do their job; they need to love, discipline, and teach their kids the right way. So many parents really don't care.
09-26-2014
I was wandering throughout the store doing little odd jobs, I walk over to the meat and hear the teens so I look over, all three of them are huddle really close together and the girl with the dress on has it lifted up high enough for me to see her belly. What the heck? I probably should have said something too her, but in shock I keep walking until I'm out of site. I heard all three of them laughing because of my reaction as I walked away. I grabbed a tray of hamburger and went back to the meat hoping her dress was pulled down, because I was planning on telling her that isn't polite, and well I really didn't want to say anything to her, I knew it would cause a scene. They had all left that area when I went back. I tell my coworker to help keep in eye on those three then continue to do my job.
Who I think was the mother of the teenage girl that lifted up her dress came inside and went over to them. The girl continued to randomly lift up her dress over and over. The mother finally told her to stop, which is good cause I was about too. After that I didn't see her do it again.
Once they left I started talking to my coworker. Obviously there was something wrong with those teens, all their behavior was just insane.
"Do you think it was drugs?" I asked. I'm so oblivious on drugs, I don't know how to tell when someone uses, so I'll ask her.
"Well actually, I think they need drugs," she pauses, but I know what she's about to say. "Like medication drugs". I nod, mostly agreeing with her. Medication doesn't fix everything. I believe medication doesn't actually fix most problems like that, medication is just a way to ignore the real problem.
I still can't get over that. That girl was at least 14. I don't know about anyone else, but my parents taught me it is never okay to lift your dress up at 4. Why the heck she's 14 and still doing this, in PUBLIC I really don't know, I probably don't wanna know. Actually, I lied. I do know. She is still doing this because "at that age if you let them act like a child their gonna act like one." The main problem is lack of parenting. Plain and simple. It makes me sad to see so many kids like that, are uncontrollable because their parents didn't parent them. Parents need to step up and do their job; they need to love, discipline, and teach their kids the right way. So many parents really don't care.
09-26-2014
Tuesday, September 23, 2014
Money
Let me give you a background a guy named "Bob". He makes really good money,but gambles it away. He has a nice house. He used to come in every day and buy at least $100 worth of lottery. He doesn't come in that often any more, but only because he got in a fight with my boss, and we now won't take credit or debit cards for lottery, and he doesn't carry that much cash very often. He seems like a very unhappy man. He's always griping and complaining about one thing or another. He's a very negative person.
Here's a conversation I had with him the other day. He was buying scratchers.
Me: "Did you win?"
Him: "Not enough."
Me: "Never is--"
Him: "Not enough to put me out of my misery.".
He was serious! I'm used to people joking about that, but it was easy to tell he wasn't joking. I wanted to reply and tell it that it doesn't matter how much he wins, money will never put anyone out of their misery.
There's a song called "Man Whatcha Doin'" by Fm Static (awesomest band ever!). I used to play this song on repeat on my CD player when I was younger.
**Man, whatcha doin?
Don't ya know that, money can't
Buy you love? It can't make you happy,
Happy like, havin' someone to laugh with
Man whatcha doin'?
Don't cha know that, money can't make it right,
You need to love yourself my man,
Before you love somebody else**
The chorus of this song pretty well explains what I should have said to him. Money will not put you out of your misery. The only thing that will put you out of your misery is changing your Perspective.
Money can only buy stuff you can't take with you. When you die what have you really gained by money? Nothing.
You're looking for happiness in the wrong place buddy. Jesus can give you that happiness you're looking for! You don't need to play the lottery, you don't need to win a million dollars, you need Jesus. The happiness he can give you is eternal!
09-23-2014
Here's a conversation I had with him the other day. He was buying scratchers.
Me: "Did you win?"
Him: "Not enough."
Me: "Never is--"
Him: "Not enough to put me out of my misery.".
He was serious! I'm used to people joking about that, but it was easy to tell he wasn't joking. I wanted to reply and tell it that it doesn't matter how much he wins, money will never put anyone out of their misery.
There's a song called "Man Whatcha Doin'" by Fm Static (awesomest band ever!). I used to play this song on repeat on my CD player when I was younger.
**Man, whatcha doin?
Don't ya know that, money can't
Buy you love? It can't make you happy,
Happy like, havin' someone to laugh with
Man whatcha doin'?
Don't cha know that, money can't make it right,
You need to love yourself my man,
Before you love somebody else**
The chorus of this song pretty well explains what I should have said to him. Money will not put you out of your misery. The only thing that will put you out of your misery is changing your Perspective.
Money can only buy stuff you can't take with you. When you die what have you really gained by money? Nothing.
You're looking for happiness in the wrong place buddy. Jesus can give you that happiness you're looking for! You don't need to play the lottery, you don't need to win a million dollars, you need Jesus. The happiness he can give you is eternal!
09-23-2014
Sunday, September 14, 2014
New Things
Guess what I did Thursday! I'm took some photography classes at a community college! I was so excited, yet really nervous at the same time. This was completely new for me. I have never done anything like this. I have never been in a class with other people. So you can probably at least somewhat understand why I was nervous. Now that I went to the first class, I love it. I cannot wait for the next one.
My boss was telling me how I inspired him. He knows that I have never done anything like this before, and yet even though I've never done it, I'm still willing to try it. So now he's going to go on a cruise because he's never done it. I guess his logic is, if I can try something new so can he.
My main point is, don't let your inexperience stop you from trying new things. We only live once, so you might as well enjoy your life to the fullest. If you try it, but you find out you hate it, then what did you lose? In most cases just a few dollars. At least you will be able to say you tried.
09-14-2014
My boss was telling me how I inspired him. He knows that I have never done anything like this before, and yet even though I've never done it, I'm still willing to try it. So now he's going to go on a cruise because he's never done it. I guess his logic is, if I can try something new so can he.
My main point is, don't let your inexperience stop you from trying new things. We only live once, so you might as well enjoy your life to the fullest. If you try it, but you find out you hate it, then what did you lose? In most cases just a few dollars. At least you will be able to say you tried.
09-14-2014
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