A Story of Submission
Many years ago, after divorcing my husband and finally finishing college, I needed to support myself and my children. I was looking everywhere for work. This reminds me of something.
Anyway, I had littered the town with resumes and hounded many an innocent employer but there were no jobs to be found. Hey, this does remind me of something.
One afternoon, I was driving home disappointed and fussing at God when I saw a daycare center that I hadn't noticed before. It was very plain to look at. I thought they should paint the exterior with murals or something to brighten it up.
God said, "Go back and ask them if you can paint a mural on their building." I said, "What? They aren't going to let me paint a mural on their building. That's silly." God said, "You asked for my help. I give it to you and you fuss. Don't ask me for help if you're not going to take it when I give it to you!" "All right, all right!" So I turned the car around.
I gave them my best 'want me to paint a mural on oyur building?' pitch. They looked at me like I was a nut!
To back up and break the ice more gently I asked, "So, what kind of a daycare center is this anyway. I've never heard of it before." They told me about the Headstart program. Then they told me where the main office was. By the end of the day I was filling out tax forms.
If I hadn't been submissive to the will of God I would not have gotten the job.
That's not the best part or the end of the story though. The pay at Headstart was awful and the position actually only lasted about two and half months until I was given a teaching job teaching for the county.
So what was the point of the job? Here it is. The children that I taught at Headstart I also taught again in the third grade and I worked with them again when I subbed at the high school. I see these same kids around town. They're seniors in high school. One is on the football team. I'm so proud of him! One rang up my groceries the other day. She said she was planning to go to college to be a nurse. That's wonderful!
The point is God isn't interested in how much money we make. We are. God is interested in how much we impact people.
It's hard for me to see life the way God wants me to. I keep focusing on things like material objects, emotional circumstances, and personal gains. God doesn't look at any of that. God sees the people and He loves everyone of them.
