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His Goodness and Some Perspective (Bookfield Chronicles #2)

So this past week was not a necessarily fun one.  I don't need to expound.  I'm back at zero now.  The Lord has brought some perspective in this whole thing.  Not only has He been teaching me to have integrity in my heart towards the people that make me angry on any given day, but I'm learning that God is actually FOR me.

My thoughts were sometimes like, "Why don't you want me to have any sales God?  Don't you want me to be great for Your glory?"

Perhaps this week was glorifying in a different way, even if it wasn't through a million sales.  After reading Psalms 38-41, I realized I've had it backwards.  Without the Lord, I would be in more anguish than before.  He brought this past week as a trial to me so that I might learn more about His goodness.  It's in His presence.  He is all goodness.  He is for me in this, and I will succeed because of Him.

Then, the Lord also brought some perspective.

"But when I was silent and still, not even saying anything good, my anguish increased.  My heart grew hot within me, and as I meditated, the fire burned; then I spoke with my tongue:

'Show me, O Lord, my life's end and the number of my days; let me know how fleeting is my life.  You have made my days a mere hand breadth; the span of my years is as nothing before you.  Each man's life is but a breath.'"--Psalm 39:3-5

This life is so much more than sales.  That's what I love about this job.  I love it because it give me a bigger portion of His goodness to my plate.  I will eat of His goodness in this season.  He is good, and He is for me.

"Where have I even stood but the shore along Your ocean?"


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