Sunday, March 9, 2008

The Goater

Well, I’m not really sure what to write about, except that right now I’m typing this on Word Processor, because I’m not sure how to do it the right way.
I guess the first thing I need to do is apologize, because this my first post; several weeks too late. As any who know me can attest to, I can be very absent minded at times. Those same people can also tell you that I am a rabid procrastinator, and that is not a good combination. And so, I have finally overcome my lazy forgetfulness, and am writing my thoughts for you to read. I apologize, and I pray both for the forgiveness of the Lord, the readers, and my fellow “experimenters.”
Now that I have begged your pardon, I will start with the real message. After I think of a good message. I suppose I could fill some space by telling you about my week. That’s what I’ll do. This week started out bad for me; or so I thought. Sunday night I attended the Memorial-Collinsville camp reunion, but, unknown to me, my Mother had already told my sister that we had to stay home that night. Needless to say, when my Father found this out he was not pleased. Upon our return home from the reunion (which in itself held some major disappointments, which I won’t detail here), my Dad informed my siblings and I that he would not be taking us anywhere for a month. And so, faced with the prospect of being homebound for four weekends, I went to bed in a less-than-chipper mood. But that’s when God does his best work: when we’ve utterly failed and run out of steam. Despondently, I set out after school Monday to find a job, so that I could afford to get a car and so free myself from sitting at home for a month (don’t get me wrong, I love my family and my home more than anything, but I like to get out sometimes). After receiving one “we’ll call you,” one “we’re not hiring,” and one “we require Sunday availability,” I stopped in Steak and Shake to apply as a last ditch effort. I was returning from the bathroom after filling out an application when God stepped in, or at least his agent, in the form of my friend Haley Zogellman. Haley was just leaving when she saw me (call that coincidence, why don’t you), and she promptly informed the manager that I should be hired immediately. Fortunately for me, Haley just so happens to be one of the first employees hired at the Owasso branch of Steak and Shake, so her word carried no small amount of weight. Minutes later, I had a job, something I’ve needed (though not particularly wanted) for far too long.
And so, that’s my story. God picked me up from my state of total letdown and within hours set me in a place I could have never reached on my own. Pretty crazy, isn’t it? Not really, that’s just how God works. Which I suppose brings me to the moral of my story: don’t worry about it, God’s got a plan, and everything’s gonna be alright. Just listen to Him and He’ll fix you up, you just have to tune out yourself first. After all, He’s a whole lot smarter than any of us. He did create the world you know, and I’m sure that took more than just a little bit of cognitive power.
So there you have it, my first post. I’m sorry for all the places that are difficult to comprehend, I tend to ramble at times.


~Silver Lining~ said...

I love it! The name - the rambling - the procrastination - the apology - just goes to show that God can (& will) use anyone! (no offense intended!) You make a great point in saying that God does His best work when we have utterly failed. Thanks for letting Him work through you. Good luck on the new job! Oh, & glad you finally figured out how to post!

Beastlyone said...

It is so good to hear from you. What I love about your post is that you're looking for God in the normal. James is clear when he says, "Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights." When we experience good things and immediately start giving God thanks, that is a great indicator of where our heart is at. Good for you - great to have you on board!