When you finally complete the projects on your to-do list, you silently wait for the fan fair to play. Well I do.
Prior to today, I really thought my list was impossible. The thing is, I wasn’t prepared to lie down and accept defeat. My life has been filled with opportunities to rebound, and this week was one of them. My current stage of employment is that of survival. Assess how you will; it’s quite possible that I got in over my head. I’ve been placed in situations that I wouldn’t dream up for my worst enemy. The most difficult part of my job is how it affects me personally. I care about each of my students, and the people who grace my environment daily. Reciprocity doesn’t happen at my job. As with any job in education, delayed gratification is eminent. I am well aware of this delay, as I have been in this field for four years. What I was not prepared for was the physical drain. Flux blood pressure numbers, a couple of private battles with dehydration, physical stressors, mood swings, and a super potent prayer life that was activated by reaction. Was I always a pray-er, yes. Is it on steroids now, yes. Am I mad about it, no.
I am not always calm when it comes to mountains, but I’ve been speaking to quite a few of them. In Mark 11:23, Jesus tells us that we have the power to speak to a mountain and tell it to MOVE. The key… belief. In the beginning of this semester I began grad school, again. I knew that my current employment had been different, but not extremely difficult at that point. I’ve ALWAYS had another business, and somewhat of a social and ministry life. What I didn’t realize was the effect this semester’s gumbo was going dish out. (Subliminally, I think I want my mom to make gumbo…how to ask…) This particular job in education goes beyond classroom teaching. I have been stretched in a way that I can’t return from. I will take this years experiences and port them with me where ever I go. I have enough scriptures on my wall to write a “How to Speak to your Job” devotional. I will collect the triumphs and file them as victories once June 6th arrives. Until then, I have to keep fighting.
Like this week’s “to done” list, I have to belief that the mountains will move. Are you facing the impossible this week? Remind yourself of some of the things God has gotten you through in the past. If you can’t, I can tell you a few things He’s gotten me through if you’d like. Why, because He’s the same yesterday, today, and tomorrow. He was a deliverer for Daniel, Moses, Aaron, Sampson, Gideon, David, and for Andonnia. Broken apart, impossible is really I’m Possible (punctuation is everything!). With God, it’s possible. WE will file this week under victory! Who’s with me? (::insert fan fair here:J
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