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A modest journal. |
Tuesday, July 12, 2011, 9:09pm Today, it hit me. God has me where I am for a reason... literally, and I am in the right place. I've been praying for sometime now ---- prior to being out of work ---- that God would bring me back to a place of service to Him, my devine appointment to fulfill my earthly mission for which I was created. I am moved by compassion for the people I work with. Our wage is at poverty level... These are good people, who work hard and have completely foregone all veneer. One lady came up to me this morning to let me know her legs are septic. I had spoken to her about a week ago because she was limping. She told me that she has blood clots in her legs and recently had some sort of injection to help get rid of them. She was due to go back in for another one, but when she went in they found both legs are septic. They have her on antibiotics. She said that she came to me because she knew I was a praying person. She is supposed to be taking time off, but she needs to work to bring in money. I am privileged. I took a brief restroom break and breathed a silent prayer. These people are ministering to me, and I am ministering to them. If this is God's devine purpose for me on the earth ---- working where I come into contact with His chosen people ----- so be it. I am willing. |