It was 5:45PM, and I wasn't happy. Friday had been stressful.
I was pulled into another department for most of the day at work, and by the time I was done with my duties there, I had about three hours of my work left to do, and two hours to get it all done. I kept thinking I was making good time as I feverishly worked through it all, only to keep remembering different things I hadn't gotten to that week, that had to be done before the weekend started. The day moved so quickly, with so many duties to attend to, that I hadn't even been able to eat lunch.
Somehow I managed to get out of there only 45 minutes late. Frustrated, I drove home, contemplating how my job had stolen 45 minutes from my much cherished weekend, and I'd never get them back. To top it all off, I had been nervous ever since I found out that a large package I had been expecting from UPS would be arriving that day. I was hoping I'd be able to get home before they showed up, because Kelli was working that day and evening, and no one would be there to receive it. I knew my chances were slim from the get go, but arriving home after 6, my chances went from slim to none. So who knew where my huge, expensive package was going to end up.
It wasn't even my job's fault that I was frustrated with my job. But I was frustrated nonetheless. I was just tired of being stressed out there. Feeling like I had to do a good job so I could provide for my wife. I was just tired of it that day. And now work had taken away from my weekend, if only a little bit, and in turn, its return would arrive even sooner. I was annoyed, stressed, and tired. What was the point?
I was nearly home when it hit me... I'm not supposed to provide for my wife.
It's almost like Yahweh reached down and said "You think I have you there to make money? I'm providing for you guys. You are responsible only to be where I have you and to act in Love."
That changes your whole outlook. In the Kingdom of Heaven, a man doesn't go to work so he can make money and keep a roof over his wife's head. A man lives in the world of men, but subscribes to the principles of the Kingdom. If you work, you work to serve. Not to make money. Not to provide for your wife. Yahweh provides. He calls His to love.
And there isn't a corny way for me to say that the last part of the story is about how I looked in my rear view mirror, and there was a UPS truck right behind me, but that's what happened.
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