Yesterday was hard. Not hard in the sense that I had some earth shattering news, or that I had no where to lay my head at night... hard in the privileged world that I live in.
A competing store has opened in my small town and yesterday I had the first taste of what business might be like with them in town. It was quiet in my store, and at this time of year was very noticeable.
All day I tried to keep a positive front up for my staff, but on the way home I broke and cried... about what??? My first concern was my job, if I can't do the sales they will find someone who can. I cried for the loss of income and what that will mean in my home. I cried for the staff that I am going to have to lay off, because the business is just not there.
I was quite through dinner which in my house is a sure sign that something is weighing on me. B. was heading out to a meeting but suggested I spend some time in worship and communion. Which was on my agenda anyway.
As I started to worship I was reminded that all is in HIS hands. That nothing that happens to me happens without HIM. I spent lots of time being thankful and listing them in my journal.
My thoughts turned to a letter I had just received from Samaritan's purse and the trouble that is happening in the Congo. A picture of a family living in a cave because of the unrest on the front. Small children with such sadness in their eyes... my trouble disappeared. In light of what is happening around the world, my troubles are minor. Now I pray for that family and the means to be able to help in that area of the world.
A needed reminder that I am blessed and need to live in that... thank FULL... Eucharisteo.
all HIS good works... working.
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