Zephaniah 3:17 reminds us that God is musical and He rejoices and sings over you. - -
The LORD your God in the midst of you is mighty; he will save, he will rejoice over you with joy; he will quiet you with his love, he will rejoice over you with singing.
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
What do I do?
image courtesy free clip art
There are several lovely blog sites that I follow by e-mail,
and Ann Kroeker’s site is one of them.She told a story that triggered this post.Click HEREto read her story
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When I married, I was working at an insurance company as a
clerk typist.As the children came along
and were growing up, I became a stay at home mom.
There were a few times I worked in accounting offices, and my parents
watched our children.This was before
they were of school age.
For an extended period of time, my mother-in-law lived with
us, and two women in the kitchen were one too many, so I went to work at the
Montgomery Wards Catalog Store while she lived with us and she cooked.
I had an early shift beginning at 5:00 am so I was home by
the time the children arrived back from school.When she and her husband were reunited, I returned to the homemaker
Then my husband went into business, and I became his
"business partner," taking phone calls, writing up contracts, sending
out invoices, paying bills, doing the taxes, running errands, making visits to
city offices for permits, all while staying at home, and doing the cleaning and
Years later we attended RhemaBibleTrainingCenter and we became Associate Pastors
for a church in California
for several years.
Our grown children needed us, so we moved back to the Bay
area.There we helped a small church,
and preached occasionally for the Pastor.The flock soon grew to a large congregation.Another Pastor came, and we knew he would
like to select his own staff, so we quietly left.
Robert had continued to work at his roofing business, and
one day he was inside the belly of his asphalt container truck helping clean
it.He was using a machine that was
leaking carbon dioxide but not to his knowledge.When he began to feel faint he managed to
climb up the ladder but once out of the tanker he fell to the ground and passed
Being a macho man, he refused to go to the hospital, but went
into the office and found a place to lie down on a sofa until he felt well
enough to drive home.After that he was
never the same.He would go to work, and
have no energy, and would need to return home.The lack of oxygen had affected his immune system, and he was later
diagnosed, with Chronic Fatigue Syndrome.
Overnight it seemed, my husband was not able to work, and
our recourse was to close the business, sell everything we had in the bay area,
and move to Oroville where we had a
mobile home set up on two acres.It took a year to sell our majestic home, and there were complications
but taking a large loss we finally sold our property.Douglas
helped us sell the trucks, and equipment and finally our shop property.
In Oroville we began to dip into our savings, and eventually
our daughter Judie suggested that I go to work.At age 60, it took time, but I took a health course and was hired at the
hospital as a physical therapy aide and loved working there for almost two years.
During that time, Robert became the cook as he enjoys cooking
and this gave him self worth.Coming
home to a nice hot meal was wonderful and I would tell him so.
Then the insurance company made a new rule and did not want
the aides filling out the patient reports, and desired a licensed therapist to
do this.The hospital had no choice but
to let four of the aides go.I was one
My mentor told me she had bad and good news.The bad news is we must let four of you go,
and the good news, you are the only one we feel bad about loosing.I told her I would be fine and not to feel
bad.I had enjoyed working with them and
would always remember my time there.
Signing up for unemployment, I collected one check and was
called in by the County for an interview and was hired; placing Child support
payments into the computer correctly.As
time went by I was promoted to Enforcement Officer which meant working with
clients on both sides, and helping to reach a settlement for child support
payments.I also worked with contracts
for the court.At work I did not preach,
but I was a witness and several miracles occurred during the ten years I worked
Upon retirement from the county, I began to attend a formal
but lovely church and share some of my stories with them.One member thought I was taking up too much
time, and I was asked only to share once a month and to keep it short and not
so much preaching.
When I complained to my daughter Nancy, she suggested that I
write a blog and tell my stories there.For two years I did so, and also my church began to accept me and now
they actually look forward to my stories.
My daughter asked that I compile my stories into a book,
which I did, but not to a terrific response.I have a lot of books left and perhaps they will end up as gifts.
So what do I do?Beats me!Looks like I am a jack
of all trades, and master of none.
I believe a better question is; Who are You?I do know who I am!
May I ask you the question?What do you do?
Or if you prefer,
Who are You?