On a related note (related to Christ), tomorrow I start a new work schedule. I'll be working 12 noon until 12 midnight for six days a week. That's a grind by anyone's standards. But I volunteered for it so I won't gripe (too much). Actually, I have a little word of testimony about it.
With this tortuous schedule also comes extra money. Why else would anyone volunteer to spend over half of each day at work, right? A little extra never hurts so I thought, "Sure. Why not." But I learned something a few years ago that applies here.
I've never been one to work much overtime. I prefer free time to overtime, to be honest. Money just isn't that important in the big scheme of things. But occasionally, I have no choice but to work extra. I began to notice that each time I had to work over, it wasn't long before a need arose for that extra money. Every time. Without fail. The money I picked up over and above my regular pay always, always, always met an urgent and unexpected need.
So I finally (I'm a little thick) realized that God has ways of taking care of His children that we don't always expect. It isn't always a surprise check in the mail, a long lost relative's inheritance, or a Franklin under the couch cushion. Sometimes it's just an opportunity that He provides, even if those opportunities cause me to complain and fuss a little bit.
So when the opportunity came about for me to land this crazy, grueling shift, I decided to jump at it. Could be that God has something planned for the extra cash. Wow. God's smart.
But I may not be the most pleasant of persons for a while. Consider yourself warned.
