God, please Move or Remove

We’re all exactly the same. I know this. We’re human. We have body parts. We come from mothers and fathers. So I’m hoping with that in mind that I’m not alone in this thought, especially to those of you reading who share my belief in the loving God in the Bible…

I often find myself in a place where I’m not just praying… in fact, I know I need to be praying more and more consistently, but it’s more of a begging… pleading with God to move or remove.

What does that mean exactly… well, let me tell you a fictional story about a guy named Greg. Greg loves his job. He enjoys the ups and downs of the business and while not every day is amazing, overall he’s very happy. But days and weeks and months go by and Greg finds himself focusing on the drawbacks of his day to day tasks. He thinks about this a lot and one day he quits his job.

Greg is happy with his decision but every job after isn’t quite fitting either.

Did Greg quit his job too early? Was he aware there was room for growth at that job?

Months and years go by and Greg remembers the good times at the job he once had. Now he sort of wishes he hadn’t given up so quickly, but it’s been years.¬†With every job he’s had since then, he enjoys parts of the work, but knows this work doesn’t reach the bar set by the job he quit.

So he prays for God to help. All he can think of are two things that would solve this…

“God, please move in my life– orchestrate it so I can go back to the job I quit but would appreciate more now. Or remove the desire from my heart.”

Greg– no, I– am not throwing up an ultimatum to God, I’m not telling Him what he’s got to do and only giving him 2 choices. I’m just praying that He’ll hear me, and know that I’m doing my best to seek Him in this “job hunt”. I know there’s always, ALWAYS, a secret third option so for now I’ll keep praying for God to move or remove, and be on the lookout for that unexpected third choice ūüôā

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-Out of the Wilderness

 

 

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A day that unravelled

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If the above statement is true, then the opposite must be true, too. I can offer some evidence for that because yesterday I felt like¬†Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day. But it started off so good!¬†I woke up (that’s good). The weather was fantastic (also good!). I had some work scheduled (totally good!).

Before heading off to do said work, delivering for Amazon, I had a few¬†hours to “putter,” as my mom would say. So I took the dogs to the dog park. We had a great ol’ time. I even spent entirely too much attention on a little slug we found.


I even had time for a short run before having to leave for Amazon.

Great morning, right? My day wasn’t unravelling at all! And I hadn’t even said one prayer yet. Maybe that famous quote is just an amusing tale. Maybe it’s just something people say because it sounds good. Maybe? Maybe not!

When I left for Amazon was the beginning of the unravelling.¬†Most of the deliveries went fine until the last few. I had about 10 in an apartment complex, one that was set up with lockers for deliveries. I like lockers because the process is organized… usually. The Amazon app was having issues because of a few things which I won’t get into, so at the end of the 10 deliveries my screen was not showing the info it should’ve been. On top of that, I had one package to return to the warehouse because it was mislabeled. Not a terrible thing, but a nuisance for sure.

I returned that package and headed home. However, my Amazon app was still stuck on that wrong screen. No biggy, I thought.

Well, that screen made things more messy when I decided to pick up deliveries later in the day. The shift was 330pm to 430pm and routed me to downtown, tossing me into Nashville traffic on a horrifically high-volume day. I knew getting home would be a nightmare but I signed up for it, so I shrugged my shoulders and drove on. Traveling on the interstate towards downtown, I noticed the folks headed in the other direction were backed up for miles because of a wreck. Police everywhere. Lanes blocked. Of course, this was the very route I’d be taking to get home, so the high-volume I mentioned was compounded by less lanes. Great.

I had 3 addresses to deliver to, one of which was to a government building. Security had me sit and wait for a “supervisor” to let me up to the 8th floor. Ten minutes of sitting and then I was told I can’t go up. Meanwhile it’s already 445pm (15 minutes past when I was scheduled to finish), and I still had another delivery to do.

The last delivery went OK then I did my best to weave back to the warehouse to return the rejected government package. It took almost an hour to go 10 miles! But I managed to snag a 5pm to 630pm shift so I took some solace knowing I was still “on the clock.”

Once at the warehouse, the manager checked me in and so everything was returning to normal, or so I thought.

Later I returned home, mentally exhausted and needing to decompress from all the day had brought me. Come to find out, the 2.5 hours of work was not registered by Amazon. What!? I sat in an hour and a half of traffic, delivered packages and returned one, and none of it was recorded? I was on the verge of exploding about this. How am I supposed enjoy watching The Bachelorette– I mean, playoff hockey– now?

So that’s pretty much how my day went. Lots of detours, literally and figuratively, and I didn’t even pray until the very end of the day… when I was at the end of my rope and needed God to shoulder my burden,¬†to soften hearts, to bring about justice.¬†I think it would’ve been much better to start my day with prayer, not end it with prayer. Or better yet, start and end my day with prayer, and do it all the time in between, also. Isn’t that how one hems, anyway? Sewing all around the garment, not just on one side and the other.

Rejoice always, pray without ceasing, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you. 1 Thessalonians 5:16-8

Now it’s the morning of the next day, issue still unresolved and the same anxiety is in my heart. Will Amazon treat me fairly? Will I be compensated for my work? At this point I don’t know. But I can say this and be sure about it, I don’t want today to go like yesterday did. So as soon as I post this, I’m bowing my head to start sewing prayers to my day.

[check out the follow up to this story here]

-Out of the Wilderness