If you're anything like I am, you hate having blonde moments. Really, you don't mind that much, as long as you're the only one who knows about whatever your blonde moment might have been.
I had a blonde moment today, actually it lasted more then a moment, it lasted half of an hour.
My boss called and told me to change the gas prices around 6:30. I don't mind changing the gas prices, it's easy and I've probably done it less then thirty times, but still it's easy. Although it's easy I still hate changing them because I don't want to mess up and accidentally change the prices wrong, and I can't change them while people are pumping gas, so I have to go out there and ask them to wait. Almost most people don't mind waiting, I feel like I'm being rude, especially if the prices are going up; like they were tonight.
It was decently busy, or at least the pumps were, I was started to worry because I needed to send Ash home at 7:00, but I couldn't change the prices because the pumps were just to busy. Finally at 7:05 the pumps were empty, Ash offered to stay for a minute to make sure no one pumped. That was awesome. I did every step careful, trying not to mess up. Once I got done, Ash checked to see if the prices on the pump had changed. They didn't. It still said 2.10. By the time she came in and told me, the pumps were full again. Grr. I waited, once they were empty I tried changing the prices again, doing every step even more careful then the first time, just in case I had missed a step, which caused it not to change. Ash went back outside to see if the prices had changed, it still didn't work. At this point, I'm so confused and have no idea what's going on, so I call my sister (the manger) and asked her what to do. I asked Ash to stay longer also, so I could figure this out without having to watch the register. My sister asked me to try changing the prices one more time, so I waited for people to finish pumping and I tried changing it again. Once again, I was very careful doing all the steps. Still nothing. At this point I decided it wasn't me and lost hope of being able to change the prices without calling my boss, whom I hate bothering. My sister told me to try clearing the DCR's. Which basically just resets the pumps. She told me where to find the instructions on how to do it. As I followed these instructions I was even more careful, I had never done this before at all, so I didn't want to make things worst. Clearing the DCR's took about 10 minutes. Once they were cleared my sister told me to change the gas prices one more time, then if this didn't work I would just have to call my boss. I waited for a lady to finish pumping then I started to change the prices, as I was doing the last step, I realized something. I was hitting the ''yes'' button, not ''enter'' like I usually do... Sure enough, after I hit the enter button the prices changed. I can't even describe how stupid I felt at that moment. I had wasted Saddie's (my sister), Ash's and my own time. Half an hour wasted just because I was being blonde! Wow. I'm just so glad I realized what I was doing wrong before I called my boss.
Everyone I told this story to said the same thing. ''Everyone has moments like that.'' I still tried and bring myself down over this, I know it wasn't anything big but I still felt stupid.
The thing is, everyone's response couldn't have been anymore right. Blonde moments are just a part of life, they happen to everyone. There's no getting around it. There's no need to bring myself down over anything, especially just a blonde moment like that. In five years nobody is going to be mad over that incident, most likely they won't remember it. So lighten up, and laugh at your blonde moments, and make the best out of them.
03-18-2015
Monday, March 30, 2015
Sunday, March 22, 2015
Just Like That Tree
It was a slow night, I had already had everything done so I didn't care that I was texting my boyfriend while working, I had less then an hour left anyways. One of my favorite customers came in. He saw I was on my phone, normally I try to hide when I am, but I didn't care that night.
“Aren't you suppose to be cleaning?” He asked jokingly. He's one of the customers that usually comes in the same time I mop, so it's very rare for him to see me doing anything else but cleaning.
“Nope, already got everything done.“ I smiled.
“Facebooking?” He asked, seriously now.
“No, texting.“ I smiled once again.
“What did you just say?” He looked shocked.
I looked at him straight in the eye so he understood me this time. “Texting.“
“Oh okay,” He looked relieved. “I thought you said sexting”
“Oh definitely not.” I felt ashamed just hearing that word.
“Okay good. A good Christian girl like yourself shouldn't be doing things like that.“
“I would never do that.” I felt guilty, I had done that before, and now I'm lying about it.
Kevin and I went walking through some woods earlier today. During our walk there was a creek with a fallen down tree laying perfectly across the creek. Kevin just walked around it.
“What you don't want to walk across it?“
“No, it probably is sturdy, but just in case.” I went around it as well and saw there was a big crack in the middle of the tree.
“There's a crack.“
“See, good thing we didn't walk across it.” He paused for a moment. “Sometimes things look sturdy, but they aren't really.”
I felt like that tree that had fallen down. On the outside everyone sees this perfect little Christian girl who would never do anything like sext. Someone who knows what she believes and will stick with it no matter what. Someone who can conquer temptations of any kind. Someone who has it all together. Someone strong. Someone godly. Everyone sees someone I'm not, just like that customer did.
Here lately, I've been feeling anything but sturdy. I feel like I'm putting on this act, pretending to be someone I'm not. Someone I want to be. Pretending to be this sturdy girl, when it reality I'm not sturdy on the inside. I'm broken, just like that tree. I have fallen and I don't know how to get up. I don't know how to get out of this mess I've created. I'm stuck.
The amazing thing is, it doesn't matter how stuck I am. It doesn't matter how far I've fallen. Jesus will always be here to help me up. I can't do it on my own, but with him I can do anything, Through my weakness Jesus makes me strong. Isn't that cool? We all have some sort of weakness, but Jesus will use our weaknesses to work though us and make us stronger then we ever thought possible.
03-22-2015
Tuesday, March 17, 2015
Romans 8:28
I haven't wrote in my blog in what feels like forever, so I'm gonna
share a little of what has been up here lately. If you're wondering why
haven't been writing here lately, there are a few different reasons.
Sometimes I feel like there really isn't much of a point in this blog,
so I don't write. Other times, I try to write, but everything I write doesn't seem interesting, so I don't continue to write. Other times, I simply
have nothing to write about, so I don't. I know these are all excuses
and I need to quit coming up with reasons why I'm not writing and just
write, so that's what I'm doing now.
I wrote "God's Got This Under Control" back in September. I was freaked out about losing so many hours, so I tried to find a part time job, but I never found one, and honestly I didn't look very hard. It wasn't but maybe two weeks and I had completely forgot about looking for another job and my mind became preoccupied with someone.
As the winter started to approach I got more worried about my hours, but I decided to do option #1, even though at the time I wrote God's Got This Under Control I was dead set on doing everything but this option. I don't regret my decision just to 'stick it out and wait' at all. If I would have done option #2 'quit and find another job' I would have never really met the most amazingly awesome guy ever, Kevin, which I met two weeks later. If I would have done option #3 'find a part time job, and work two jobs' I wouldn't have had any time for Kevin.
Almost every week I had the same amount of hours; thirty six hours. I only lost three hours! I know it all adds up, but it still wasn't worth all the stress of having two jobs.The three hour lost turned out to be a good thing. It wasn't really much of a lost. I was able to finish Penn Foster (a program for getting your high school diploma) faster, I had three extra hours to work on it, those three hours helped a lot. I finished in February, it would have took me a little longer to finish if I hadn't gained three hours a week.
Winter is now over, and my hours are finally back to normal! As of last week I'm getting thirty nine hours! This is awesome! Not only did I miss my hours, but I missed my old routine, and I'm so glad it's back.
I know this is probably a lot of useless words, but my main point is God really did have this situation under control. I knew it at the time, but now looking back I can actually see the bigger picture, versus before I could only see my problem, and hope it was going to be okay; Now I know it was okay. Everything turned out perfect. God always knows what's he doing even though we don't understand it. He sees the bigger picture and we need to learn how to trust God and know that his plan is even greater then we could ever imagine.
Romans 8:28 And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.
03-17-2015
I wrote "God's Got This Under Control" back in September. I was freaked out about losing so many hours, so I tried to find a part time job, but I never found one, and honestly I didn't look very hard. It wasn't but maybe two weeks and I had completely forgot about looking for another job and my mind became preoccupied with someone.
As the winter started to approach I got more worried about my hours, but I decided to do option #1, even though at the time I wrote God's Got This Under Control I was dead set on doing everything but this option. I don't regret my decision just to 'stick it out and wait' at all. If I would have done option #2 'quit and find another job' I would have never really met the most amazingly awesome guy ever, Kevin, which I met two weeks later. If I would have done option #3 'find a part time job, and work two jobs' I wouldn't have had any time for Kevin.
Almost every week I had the same amount of hours; thirty six hours. I only lost three hours! I know it all adds up, but it still wasn't worth all the stress of having two jobs.The three hour lost turned out to be a good thing. It wasn't really much of a lost. I was able to finish Penn Foster (a program for getting your high school diploma) faster, I had three extra hours to work on it, those three hours helped a lot. I finished in February, it would have took me a little longer to finish if I hadn't gained three hours a week.
Winter is now over, and my hours are finally back to normal! As of last week I'm getting thirty nine hours! This is awesome! Not only did I miss my hours, but I missed my old routine, and I'm so glad it's back.
I know this is probably a lot of useless words, but my main point is God really did have this situation under control. I knew it at the time, but now looking back I can actually see the bigger picture, versus before I could only see my problem, and hope it was going to be okay; Now I know it was okay. Everything turned out perfect. God always knows what's he doing even though we don't understand it. He sees the bigger picture and we need to learn how to trust God and know that his plan is even greater then we could ever imagine.
Romans 8:28 And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.
03-17-2015
Saturday, March 7, 2015
It's Not Worth It
Sometimes people really bother me. This kid comes in who is 18, maybe 19.
"You know the other lady that works here." He paused waiting for my response.
"Ah, yeah. Ash? The one with the glasses?"
"I think, I'm not sure." He rolled his eyes. "The crazy eyed one."
"Yeah, that's Ash." Honestly, I've never noticed her "crazy eye", but the only reason I still knew it was her was because my boyfriend told me she had one.
"Anyways, she freakin' (Okay, the word he used here did start with a F, but it wasn't exactly this word. I won't repeat it.) carded me." I wasn't exactly sure what to say to this. "And I didn't have it one me, it was in my truck."
"Uh yeah." I paused for a brief second. "We're suppose to card any one under 27." He looked shocked.
"Oh, I didn't know that." His friend patted him on the back. "You must like me, you never card me."
"I never card you because I remember carding you last year when you first turned 18..." Yes, in case any one was wondering I have an excellent memory.
Later as that night progressed another guy came in with two of his cousins. I looked at the guy and thought he was gonna buy some tobacco and thought that he's probably still to young. When they got to the cash register the oldest cousin bought a pack of cigarettes. As they was leaving the guy started talking to his cousins.
He said "The other day I went to the gas station and they freakin' (Once again, I changed the word.) carded me! He paused waiting for her response, but then decided not to give her a chance to say anything. "I mean seriously, I know I don't look younger than 18."
Are you kidding me? Both these boys were under 20, I know that much for a fact. Why is it so shocking to them that someone carded them? By law we really are suppose to ID anyone under 27 for tobacco products. Not to mention, by law you are suppose to have your ID on you for us to sell it to you, even if we know you're over 18.
I've said it before, and I will say it again, it's not worth the fine if I got caught selling to someone underage. Enough said.
03-07-2015
Wednesday, January 28, 2015
I'm a Sinner in Desperate Need of God's Grace
FRIDAY NIGHT:
A few nights ago, Friday I believe, Bob came in at 7:56. Only four minutes before closing. That was okay, except I knew what he wanted. Scratcher lottery tickets. I already took the lottery down and the store was busy, I wouldn't have time to redo everything I've already done. I told him in advance I already took it down, then he gave me a disappointed look.
"Why can't you sell me tickets anyways, all you have to do is take them out."
"I can't because it's four minutes before I close, I have other things to do." I paused for a brief second. "I don't have time to redo the lottery, sorry."
"Oh come on, please. This is the only reason I came here. I won't do it again, I promise."
"Okay." I hate telling people no, and I didn't want to make him mad.
"Thanks, I won't get very many."
That was the end of that story. I wasn't mad at him by any means, I just a little annoyed because he knows what time the store closes, yet almost every night he comes right at close. I'm normally nice and just get him some, but as I already said I didn't have the time that night. Just so you know he lost on the tickets he bought. I know I probably shouldn't have been happy that he lost, but I was.
MONDAY NIGHT:
He came in again a few nights later, thankfully this time it was only 7:20.
"How are you today?" I asked him smiling.
"I'm blesssssssed." He answered with a half smile. -That is how he always answers, I think that's his way of making fun of my beliefs.- I only smile back. "Looks like you aren't angry today." I knew exactly what he was talking about, he thought I was angry Friday night.
I half smiled. "Looks like someone is here before four minutes until closing time."
"I don't know why you guys take the lottery down that soon anyways." Before I had time to answer he changed the subject. "Churchgoers aren't suppose to get angry." He laughed like he was trying to make me feel bad about being "angry". I did feel bad though, I'm suppose to be an example to people like him, even on my Bad Days. I wasn't being a very good example if he thought I was angry.
"Well, I wasn't angry, only just a little irritated."
Somehow that started a conversation about how he never gets angry, but that other part of the conversation has nothing to do with this. I should add, I've seen him angry, he's not as perfect as he was trying to sound there.
As he was scratching his tickets, I kept thinking of how he told me churchgoers aren't suppose to get angry and what I wished I would have told him. I wish I would have simply told him I need Jesus.
WEDNESDAY MORNING:
Here's the thing, I am a sinner in need of God's grace. I'm not perfect. I get angry, I think thoughts I shouldn't, I lie, I covet, I have people that I dislike, I put other things before God, I'm selfish, I'm lazy, I cheat, I have lustful thoughts and act on them. Lets face it, I reject God daily. I'll admit it, I hate to admit it, but I'm no angel. I'm far from perfect, but that's why I still need Jesus.
If I was perfect, like your idea churchgoer, I wouldn't need Jesus. I'd be okay on my own, but I'm not. I need Jesus. The funny thing is churchgoers need Jesus too. I've heard so many people say they won't go to church because there's to many hypocrites there. NEWS FLASH: That's why people go to church, because they need Jesus. Church is a hospital for sinners. Their hypocrisy just shows me how much they need Jesus, it shows me that they understand how they are suppose to live, but they still have their struggles. That's why they are in church. That's why I am in church, not because I have it all figured out, but because I don't. I'm a sinner in desperate need of God's grace.
Just to clarify, I'm not saying it's okay to sin because Jesus forgives us anyways, I know I still need to strive to be the best I can be. All I'm trying to say is that I'm just like you; I need Jesus...
Unimportant Side Note: Man, Bob just keeps showing up in my blogs... He was in Money and Planting Seeds also.
01-25-2015
A few nights ago, Friday I believe, Bob came in at 7:56. Only four minutes before closing. That was okay, except I knew what he wanted. Scratcher lottery tickets. I already took the lottery down and the store was busy, I wouldn't have time to redo everything I've already done. I told him in advance I already took it down, then he gave me a disappointed look.
"Why can't you sell me tickets anyways, all you have to do is take them out."
"I can't because it's four minutes before I close, I have other things to do." I paused for a brief second. "I don't have time to redo the lottery, sorry."
"Oh come on, please. This is the only reason I came here. I won't do it again, I promise."
"Okay." I hate telling people no, and I didn't want to make him mad.
"Thanks, I won't get very many."
That was the end of that story. I wasn't mad at him by any means, I just a little annoyed because he knows what time the store closes, yet almost every night he comes right at close. I'm normally nice and just get him some, but as I already said I didn't have the time that night. Just so you know he lost on the tickets he bought. I know I probably shouldn't have been happy that he lost, but I was.
MONDAY NIGHT:
He came in again a few nights later, thankfully this time it was only 7:20.
"How are you today?" I asked him smiling.
"I'm blesssssssed." He answered with a half smile. -That is how he always answers, I think that's his way of making fun of my beliefs.- I only smile back. "Looks like you aren't angry today." I knew exactly what he was talking about, he thought I was angry Friday night.
I half smiled. "Looks like someone is here before four minutes until closing time."
"I don't know why you guys take the lottery down that soon anyways." Before I had time to answer he changed the subject. "Churchgoers aren't suppose to get angry." He laughed like he was trying to make me feel bad about being "angry". I did feel bad though, I'm suppose to be an example to people like him, even on my Bad Days. I wasn't being a very good example if he thought I was angry.
"Well, I wasn't angry, only just a little irritated."
Somehow that started a conversation about how he never gets angry, but that other part of the conversation has nothing to do with this. I should add, I've seen him angry, he's not as perfect as he was trying to sound there.
As he was scratching his tickets, I kept thinking of how he told me churchgoers aren't suppose to get angry and what I wished I would have told him. I wish I would have simply told him I need Jesus.
WEDNESDAY MORNING:
Here's the thing, I am a sinner in need of God's grace. I'm not perfect. I get angry, I think thoughts I shouldn't, I lie, I covet, I have people that I dislike, I put other things before God, I'm selfish, I'm lazy, I cheat, I have lustful thoughts and act on them. Lets face it, I reject God daily. I'll admit it, I hate to admit it, but I'm no angel. I'm far from perfect, but that's why I still need Jesus.
If I was perfect, like your idea churchgoer, I wouldn't need Jesus. I'd be okay on my own, but I'm not. I need Jesus. The funny thing is churchgoers need Jesus too. I've heard so many people say they won't go to church because there's to many hypocrites there. NEWS FLASH: That's why people go to church, because they need Jesus. Church is a hospital for sinners. Their hypocrisy just shows me how much they need Jesus, it shows me that they understand how they are suppose to live, but they still have their struggles. That's why they are in church. That's why I am in church, not because I have it all figured out, but because I don't. I'm a sinner in desperate need of God's grace.
Just to clarify, I'm not saying it's okay to sin because Jesus forgives us anyways, I know I still need to strive to be the best I can be. All I'm trying to say is that I'm just like you; I need Jesus...
Unimportant Side Note: Man, Bob just keeps showing up in my blogs... He was in Money and Planting Seeds also.
01-25-2015
Saturday, January 24, 2015
What Has Jesus Been Teaching You?
I'm so glad today is over! It was one busy day! I've been so busy cleaning and stocking things work. At 7:00 I finally got to work the register. I love working the register, so I can talk with everyone.
There was this one guy that came in, I've seen him before. He's complimented one of my Christian T-shirts, and he told me once how he was letting some missionaries stay at his house. This is a cool guy. He walked up to the register and started talking with me.
"What has Jesus been teaching you here lately?" He asked me with a smile.
I was shocked with his question. It was so random how he asked me. I really had no clue what to say to that. My mind was spinning, trying to think of something to say that wouldn't sound stupid I finally managed to say "Uh, not much." I tried and say it quiet because I knew that wasn't the answer he wanted.
He looked at me, I could see the confusion in his eyes. "Not much?"
Of course that answer wasn't acceptable. Jesus is always teaching us something, if he's not we aren't listening. I thought about it a few seconds longer and I remember the sixty five dollars from God Will Provide. I didn't explain everything I just simply said "Well, He's been teaching me that He will always provide."
"That's great! God certainly will!" Then he quoted Matthew 6:33.
After he had left I kept thinking of how stupid I must have sounded. I barely was able to tell him anything that Jesus had taught be here lately. Then I started thinking how Jesus really hadn't taught me a lot within the past year or so. Why? Because I've been busy. I've been to busy to listen to Jesus' voice.
I'm Martha in this story. I've been distracted with my education, with my work, with my boyfriend, with my family, and with my hobbies. Yes, all of these are good things, but so was the big dinner Martha was preparing. Martha was so busy with the dinner she forgot how important it is to listen to Him. She needed Jesus to remind her to slow down and listen to Him. He is far greater then that dinner she was preparing. In the same way, I think God used this man to remind me of that also. I need to slow down in my busy life and listen more. What has Jesus been teaching you?
1-24-2015
There was this one guy that came in, I've seen him before. He's complimented one of my Christian T-shirts, and he told me once how he was letting some missionaries stay at his house. This is a cool guy. He walked up to the register and started talking with me.
"What has Jesus been teaching you here lately?" He asked me with a smile.
I was shocked with his question. It was so random how he asked me. I really had no clue what to say to that. My mind was spinning, trying to think of something to say that wouldn't sound stupid I finally managed to say "Uh, not much." I tried and say it quiet because I knew that wasn't the answer he wanted.
He looked at me, I could see the confusion in his eyes. "Not much?"
Of course that answer wasn't acceptable. Jesus is always teaching us something, if he's not we aren't listening. I thought about it a few seconds longer and I remember the sixty five dollars from God Will Provide. I didn't explain everything I just simply said "Well, He's been teaching me that He will always provide."
"That's great! God certainly will!" Then he quoted Matthew 6:33.
After he had left I kept thinking of how stupid I must have sounded. I barely was able to tell him anything that Jesus had taught be here lately. Then I started thinking how Jesus really hadn't taught me a lot within the past year or so. Why? Because I've been busy. I've been to busy to listen to Jesus' voice.
Luke 10:38-42 As
Jesus and the disciples continued on their way to Jerusalem, they came
to a certain village where a woman named Martha welcomed him into her
home. Her sister, Mary, sat at the Lord’s feet, listening to what he taught. But
Martha was distracted by the big dinner she was preparing. She came to
Jesus and said, “Lord, doesn’t it seem unfair to you that my sister just
sits here while I do all the work? Tell her to come and help me.”
But the Lord said to her, “My dear Martha, you are worried and upset over all these details! There is only one thing worth being concerned about. Mary has discovered it, and it will not be taken away from her.”I'm Martha in this story. I've been distracted with my education, with my work, with my boyfriend, with my family, and with my hobbies. Yes, all of these are good things, but so was the big dinner Martha was preparing. Martha was so busy with the dinner she forgot how important it is to listen to Him. She needed Jesus to remind her to slow down and listen to Him. He is far greater then that dinner she was preparing. In the same way, I think God used this man to remind me of that also. I need to slow down in my busy life and listen more. What has Jesus been teaching you?
1-24-2015
Friday, January 23, 2015
God Will Provide
Last week was awesome... I was given sixty five dollars in "tips". Yay! I love tips, especially since I ever get them. Cashiers rarely get tips.
A regular customer came in and bought some lottery and cigarettes. We small talked a little, not really much. Out of the blue he told me he forgot to give me my Christmas present. I of course thought he was joking. There are a lot of customers that joke about giving me something, but all of them are doing just that, joking. I laughed it off. Then he handed me a fifty dollar bill. I wasn't sure what to even say, I tried giving it back, but he wouldn't take it back. So I just thanked him.
Two days after I had to close the store that night. During my shift an unusual amount of people kept handing me the wrong amount of change. I would have "made" over one hundred dollars that night if I was dishonest with everyone. I wasn't though. I gave everyone back the amount they should have got back, even if they didn't realize they gave me to much. I finally got off. As I was heading to my car I saw a ten dollar bill just laying on the side walk.
The next day it was a normal day, nothing exciting really happened. Although, a customer did give me five dollars! This one actually is kinda funny. This old man came in and asked if he could use the restroom which is right behind the register. Of course I let him use it. I forgot about the man, then an hour or so later this man comes out of the restroom hands me a five dollar bill and told me I saved his life... Needless to say, that bathroom stunk really bad.
On my way home from work I was praying. Asking God why he had given me sixty five dollars when he could have given it to someone who actually needed it instead of me who has a lot of money saved in my bank account. I didn't need the money one bit, I thought maybe it was a "test", but that didn't make any sense because I have always been honest, this is something I don't struggle in. Finally I left it go. I told God that I didn't understand why he had gave me the money, but I'll leave it at that.I realized I didn't need to question why God had done that.
During the same drive home I started to complain to God how my boyfriend/unofficial fiance is planning on taking a job that only pays 8.50 an hour. That is not enough to support a family! I just didn't see how it would work. But finally during that prayer I remembered the sixty five dollars he gave me. If God gave me this much money when I don't need it, how much more will God provide for me and my family when I do need it?
Matthew 6:31-33 “So don’t worry about these things, saying, ‘What will we eat? What will we drink? What will we wear?’ These things dominate the thoughts of unbelievers, but your heavenly Father already knows all your needs. Seek the Kingdom of God above all else, and live righteously, and he will give you everything you need.
I love that verse. If I start living the way I should God will make sure he provides for me. So, moral of this post is I'm gonna learn to trust in God more. Maybe I need to quit thinking about all of this so logically and just place it in God's hands and trust him in this. He provides for the birds, surely he will provide for me just as well. I just need to learn to trust God in everything. God will provide for me.
1-23-2015
A regular customer came in and bought some lottery and cigarettes. We small talked a little, not really much. Out of the blue he told me he forgot to give me my Christmas present. I of course thought he was joking. There are a lot of customers that joke about giving me something, but all of them are doing just that, joking. I laughed it off. Then he handed me a fifty dollar bill. I wasn't sure what to even say, I tried giving it back, but he wouldn't take it back. So I just thanked him.
Two days after I had to close the store that night. During my shift an unusual amount of people kept handing me the wrong amount of change. I would have "made" over one hundred dollars that night if I was dishonest with everyone. I wasn't though. I gave everyone back the amount they should have got back, even if they didn't realize they gave me to much. I finally got off. As I was heading to my car I saw a ten dollar bill just laying on the side walk.
The next day it was a normal day, nothing exciting really happened. Although, a customer did give me five dollars! This one actually is kinda funny. This old man came in and asked if he could use the restroom which is right behind the register. Of course I let him use it. I forgot about the man, then an hour or so later this man comes out of the restroom hands me a five dollar bill and told me I saved his life... Needless to say, that bathroom stunk really bad.
On my way home from work I was praying. Asking God why he had given me sixty five dollars when he could have given it to someone who actually needed it instead of me who has a lot of money saved in my bank account. I didn't need the money one bit, I thought maybe it was a "test", but that didn't make any sense because I have always been honest, this is something I don't struggle in. Finally I left it go. I told God that I didn't understand why he had gave me the money, but I'll leave it at that.I realized I didn't need to question why God had done that.
During the same drive home I started to complain to God how my boyfriend/unofficial fiance is planning on taking a job that only pays 8.50 an hour. That is not enough to support a family! I just didn't see how it would work. But finally during that prayer I remembered the sixty five dollars he gave me. If God gave me this much money when I don't need it, how much more will God provide for me and my family when I do need it?
Matthew 6:31-33 “So don’t worry about these things, saying, ‘What will we eat? What will we drink? What will we wear?’ These things dominate the thoughts of unbelievers, but your heavenly Father already knows all your needs. Seek the Kingdom of God above all else, and live righteously, and he will give you everything you need.
I love that verse. If I start living the way I should God will make sure he provides for me. So, moral of this post is I'm gonna learn to trust in God more. Maybe I need to quit thinking about all of this so logically and just place it in God's hands and trust him in this. He provides for the birds, surely he will provide for me just as well. I just need to learn to trust God in everything. God will provide for me.
1-23-2015
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