What’s showing me this truth is a really small thing, but it is the truth.
We really don’t deserve God’s love.
So, story time. I’ve never really worked food before, and I found this new popcorn job I needed because my other job is going out of business. I would get significantly less hours, and less pay by .25 (doesn’t seem like much, but it makes a difference).
Five days in and I’m dying, already plotting to find another job. I find it monotonous, boring, I just couldn’t stand it. I planned to bare my teeth and bear through it until I had worked there a year, hoping I would learn to enjoy it (I am, by the way).
Well, instead of praying for peace or endurance or joy since I have the job I needed, I just complained. My parents sympathized, but I still complained. Because let’s be honest I can be a huge brat, I’ll be the first to admit.
After realizing for the second day in a row I had nothing to do, I trotted over to the office to ask for paperwork to finish. This is the first sweet little thing Jesus did. I had thought all yesterday about how I wished I knew if I had been helpful and did a good job doing the paperwork the night before, and I realized I liked validation (and was a little bit of a brat), and when I asked for more things to do, I was told I did a fantastic job on the other paperwork and asked to compare listings in the updated versions.
I was also asked if I liked typing things, to which I promptly replied ‘yes‘. I had to type up this paper from some official thing and the punctuation looked like a high schooler had done it half-heartedly. So, I reworded some things, added punctuation to make it look more official, and handed it back, declaring I had changed some things because I was a “grammar nazi”.
It made my boss laugh, and after a little thought, he asked if my grammar was really good. I told him I was currently taking College Credit Writing class. He offered me a job re-typing up a too thick procedure book, and asked how many hours I would want during the school year.
So!
Not only did I get a compliment, validation, and a job I would love, I also got extra hours.
Only God could have taken a small comment I made and changed it into something I would so perfectly want. And when I was being kind of a brat too. It felt like the kind of blessing a dad would give his daughter to make something better for her.
We don’t deserve his love.
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