“Abba!” I cry as I reach my hands up, wanting to be held, but unsure of where my daddy is. “Where are you?”
“I am right here, my child,” comes the reply as he picks me up into his arms and holds me in a hug.
“I am so stressed out,” I say to his shoulder. But he comforts me. He puts his hand gently on my back.
“There is no need,” God tells me softly into my ear. “I’ve got this.”
I nod my head. “I don’t want to do today on my own. It’s too heavy.”
“My dear, all you have to do is ask.”
“Will you take this day from me? And here is my to-do list. It is overwhelming. I can’t……”
“Don’t worry, my child.”
“But what if I take it back?”
“Then just give it to me once more.”
I let out a sigh as I burry my face in my Heavenly Father’s shoulder.
Yesterday was a hard day. So much going on, so much disappointment and discouragement. In church last Sunday, we talked about how the devil goes about discouraging us all. Because even if we don’t fall for his other schemes, discouragement pushes us into despair and trouble better than anything else. And now that I recognize it, I see it all over.
“Disappointments come in threes,” a Mary Kay leader once said, “but blessings come by the thousands.” I can feel that God is opening the floodgates for blessings with this Mary Kay job of mine. It is going to affect my job at Sound House, as well. Sometimes, I can’t sleep because I am just imagining possibilities. Now that yesterday is just that—yesterday, in the past, history, I am ready to look ahead and keep moving forward.
Dr. Wile E. Coyote had me listen to a voicemail I’d left him a few weeks ago, telling him how excited I was that the father of one of my music students thanked me for teaching his daughter, and getting her excited about the piano. We do that for each other—haul one another up and out of the pity party we are trying to throw ourselves. I look at all my goals and the reasons that I am doing this Mary Kay job, as well. I want to bless other women by introducing them to a product that makes them feel good and look good on top of it; by giving them the same job opportunity I had, one that many women are praying for but don’t even know exist. I want to share my faith and pour into other women, just as I have been so poured into!
“Hey, God,” I say as he sets me down and takes my hand.
“Yes?” he asks with a small smile on his face.
“I know that the rest of this month will be better, so…thank you!”
Have a great day, everyone!
Anna E Meyer