Is it my time?

Before I start, stay tuned to the end...I often wonder why the race that is set before me is often sometimes so very hard to run. I often think to myself, be it something that I did that caused me to endue hardship? I often ask myself why me? If I was to look back, I would find much pain and hurt. However, for some reason, my optimistic character came rushing through. I started to think about the saying that I always mumbled to myself when I was in a rough spot, when something unfortunate happened, when I lost something or somebody; "everything happens for a reason."

Up until recently, I was in a mood, thinking about my job. Thinking about the job that I didn't have. Thinking about the job I wanted. Not forgetting about the fact of all the good jobs that coincidentally were unavailable when I applied. I began to think about the promise that I made to God when I first started working. It went something like this:

"God, I love singing in the choirs at church and at the district and state meetings. If it be possible give me a job that does not conflict with rehearsals and the meetings. I know that I need a job but I believe that you will take care of me when I need it. I trust that you can make it happen..."

I wasn't much of a person to pray in length, but I do remember praying that prayer and I guess God is still blessing me with what I asked for! I have a week long meeting in July and another in August, where the rehearsals are on held on many Saturdays and Mondays, most of them consecutive. Most of these jobs require that you work the weekends and will not let you off for a week after just hiring you. Plus the type of job that I'm looking for is most likely going to need me on the weekends! (Us cooks, we save the world on a nightly basis, even holidays!)- We should have a holiday! :-D

Anyway, I finally have the "why" to my circumstance. Now all I have to do is TRUST, and have FAITH, that everything is going to be just fine.

I'm going to my rehearsals and planning on attending every night of the upcoming meetings. Speaking of the rehearsals, the last one was this past Monday and it was different. Instead of heading right into singing, the president of that particular choir broke the reason why we sing down. She mentioned of how great an importance the choir is, for if somebody leaves without hearing the sermon, the choir has that responsibility of rendering the word through song. She stressed that we not only minister to the people but to ourselves as well. I closely paid attention to the songs we sang that night and this is where I got my understanding of my troubles. As of right now, I have a deeper commitment to singing, a better understanding of its importance, and a stronger connection with God.

Well, I'm outta here. Lets play a game until my next post. The name of the game: Get to know Fuzzy. Its my first time trying something like this, I hope it works... Study Hard!!! question #4 is B: Cook