Acts 20: 24: “However, I consider my life worth nothing to me, if only I may finish the race and complete the task the Lord Jesus has given me—the task of testifying to the gospel of God’s grace.”
You may or may not have known that for the last few months I have been searching for a new job. A job to me is not just making money to live, but my desire is that it is a place of service to God. The people I work with and for, those that I come into contact with, my behavior and attitude should be worship to my Savior.
Colossians 3:17: "And whatever you do, whether in word or deed, do it all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through him."
So when I started looking for a new job, I did not want to make a rash decision. I knew that God has better plans for me, than I could ever plan. Some jobs that seemed perfect, fell through. And jobs that from the worldly sense were awesome, didn’t seem right to me. I knew the right thing would come along, even though I didn't know how much longer I could remain at my current employment.
One weekend after church, I went to a park, sat in my car for an hour and told God, I need you to open and close doors. Should I stay where I am, I need a new attitude and energy. I need to do my job for You, and be the best I can be.
Let your will be done.
"Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight." Proverbs 3: 5-6
A little over a week ago, I was offered a job making about $8,000 more a year to work less hours a week. A job that has the possibility to turn into a full time behavior position helping children with Autism. A job four minutes from my home. A job that wants me, and wants me to succeed with my talents. My God given talents.
I know that because God is getting the glory I this situation, that Satan is going to try to attack me. It already happened. Last week my car broke down (a fountain of anti-freeze pour out of the head gasket- whatever that is) and when they said it may not be fixable, rather that start to cry, I remembered a good friend in college that had a similar issue. As a newly married couple, her and her husband found themselves carless and with jobs they could not walk to. She came to Bible study one week and wanted to share her praise report, that she was so excited to see how God was going to provide a car to them.
I sat in the car place and prayed, “God I have no idea how you are going to fix this. I have no money and no one I can share a car with. I have a stupid work schedule and there is no way to get to work without a car. This one is on your Jesus, I trust you. I claim you, I rebuke Satan” About ten minutes later, the guy came out (as if I was waiting for a family member in surgery) and said that yes the problem was a major one and would be expensive to fix. My heart did not sink, I did not cry, for some reason I got excited. God, I trust you. Then he said the price. $350. Bad, huh? Well not nearly as bad as I thought it was going to be, or not nearly as bad as a new car!
I won't let Satan ruin or get in the way.
I WILL STAND FIRM!
