Musings
It occured to me, this morning, that God had been trying to tell me something for the past couple of months. Looking back, it slowly formed into my thick skull.
I have no one to blame for my firing but my own pride and wagging tongue. In my frustrations, I lost site of who I am and what I am supposed to do and be. I lost sight as the clouds of pride filled my eyes, not allowing me to see what was happening. The soft whisperings of the great deciever filled my mind and began to fill my heart.
I am a better person than the angry and egotistical person I was being, at work. I had tried to take everything that was thrown at me in stride, but deep down in the bowels of my blackened heart, I was angry at what happened, how the new guy got the promotion when it was painfully obvious that he was clueless as to the duties of a Network Administrator.
My frustrations grew as I had been given a raw deal. I was supposed to be the man. I was supposed to be the master of that domain. I was supposed to be a god in that small little domain.
But, Im not. There is only one God and I tried to take what He had given me, what He had enabled me to do, and I walked all over it. I spit on it and wiped my muddy boots on His gift.
Through my pride, I lost sight to the fact that I am a follower of Christ and that my time is only temporary here. I had started to focus on more worldly things that I did of spiritual things.
Earlier this morning, I was listening to Charles Stanley this morning. He had spoken to my heart and opened my eyes to who I really am. All through out the time with my frustrations at work, I was focusing on how I (me, myself) was not getting what I deserved. I harbored resentment towards the new guy, and anger filled my heart. I continued to work hard, but the hurt and anger continued to fill me.
I am a servant. I am a Christian. I am only on this earth for a time. What will I see when I get to Heaven? The images of me showing my brethren love and encouragement or images of me verbally bashing a co-worker, tongue filled with venom? I'm sure there will be both, but I would say that the majority of the images would be of me filled with anger and resentment at the new guy.
As such, it has caused me great joy in the realization of this. Granted, it is something that Christ was trying to tap my shoulder, hoping to get my attention, to tell me that. I was too busy being angry to feel his gentle tap.
Once again, Ole dogboy took the wheel and ran myself smack dab into another ditch and have crawled back to my savior, seeking him to help me get the car back onto the road.
I have no one to blame for my firing but my own pride and wagging tongue. In my frustrations, I lost site of who I am and what I am supposed to do and be. I lost sight as the clouds of pride filled my eyes, not allowing me to see what was happening. The soft whisperings of the great deciever filled my mind and began to fill my heart.
I am a better person than the angry and egotistical person I was being, at work. I had tried to take everything that was thrown at me in stride, but deep down in the bowels of my blackened heart, I was angry at what happened, how the new guy got the promotion when it was painfully obvious that he was clueless as to the duties of a Network Administrator.
My frustrations grew as I had been given a raw deal. I was supposed to be the man. I was supposed to be the master of that domain. I was supposed to be a god in that small little domain.
But, Im not. There is only one God and I tried to take what He had given me, what He had enabled me to do, and I walked all over it. I spit on it and wiped my muddy boots on His gift.
Through my pride, I lost sight to the fact that I am a follower of Christ and that my time is only temporary here. I had started to focus on more worldly things that I did of spiritual things.
Earlier this morning, I was listening to Charles Stanley this morning. He had spoken to my heart and opened my eyes to who I really am. All through out the time with my frustrations at work, I was focusing on how I (me, myself) was not getting what I deserved. I harbored resentment towards the new guy, and anger filled my heart. I continued to work hard, but the hurt and anger continued to fill me.
I am a servant. I am a Christian. I am only on this earth for a time. What will I see when I get to Heaven? The images of me showing my brethren love and encouragement or images of me verbally bashing a co-worker, tongue filled with venom? I'm sure there will be both, but I would say that the majority of the images would be of me filled with anger and resentment at the new guy.
As such, it has caused me great joy in the realization of this. Granted, it is something that Christ was trying to tap my shoulder, hoping to get my attention, to tell me that. I was too busy being angry to feel his gentle tap.
Once again, Ole dogboy took the wheel and ran myself smack dab into another ditch and have crawled back to my savior, seeking him to help me get the car back onto the road.
posted by The Dog at 10:42 PM
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