I love my job. I work for God no matter what I do. To many... I am "musician, published songwriter, author and inspirational speaker." To very few... I'm just that woman who runs the filler machine at the cannery from 3:00 to midnight during the summer. They don't know my husband and I have a five-year-plan for getting out of debt and that I work there nights so I can still do ministry, music and writing full-time during the day. They don't know that 12 years ago we helped to form a non-profit which is currently helping some of the poorest of the poor in southern Mexico to get the education they simply deserve. Traveling there is where a good part of our debt has come from. In the name of service we gave. Now I'm working like a dog for an hourly wage to speed up the process of paying back some of what I have spent. Just last night a woman I work with at the cannery came to me. She told me that last year when we talked at the end of the season... when I shared my faith and gave her that CD... "It helped her so much and her life was changed." I didn't notice any bonus in my paycheck for that! I was just doing what I do... like I do it... no matter where I am. That's what working for God is like. THAT is the part of what I do that doesn't translate to financial managers. Yes, I lost about an hour talking to that woman last year and stepped into the red by another $15.00 when I gave her that CD... but it was worth it. I didn't get confirmation of that until last night. I am where I'm supposed to be... as uncomfortable as it can be sometimes. As much as it costs... what is inspiring others really worth? I'm just glad God can see my actual bottom line. It is my pleasure to serve and I'll continue to trust that He knows exactly what I need when I need it. That said... I must admit... as I walked through the grocery store today and there was an announcement over the loud speaker which stated "Cherry season is almost over!" I skipped a little faster and smiled a little brighter. It couldn't come any sooner for me at this point. One night off in 29 days has made the summer seem a little like hell. Thank God there's heaven... I hear God has prepared a place for us. Not that I'm ready to go but If I get there... you are all welcome anytime! Thanks to my sister Shawn for creating the attached photo after last year's season. It is not a photo of me where I work. And here is the link to that non-profit I spoke about... should you want to know more. www.friendsofpimpollo.org
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8/6/2012 07:12:30 am
Your words always encourage me, Julie. I, too, used to do the cannery thing. I was a teacher, but was home with my little ones and just needed the extra $. I packed frozen corn, picked the spiders out of berries and pulled out the brown pieces from sliced carrots. But the best job was filling those five cans with carrots. That earned me a few muscles. Good times.
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Fluff
8/6/2012 08:24:09 am
Right on Mama! Another inspiring post:)
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