Grandpa was telling us his work history over Christmas. What a guy.

I have no spiritual insight to add to your post or the comments of some of your regular readers. But I’ll offer a little family perspective. I never went more than a month without a job. When I left the bank 20 plus years ago I got the one job I applied for and it came as a referral from someone at church. On my last job, I arrived for a 1:00 interview and started that afternoon.

Your grandfather has had similar experiences. During the early years of the depression he was laid off from his job in a structural steel shop in Chicago. On his way to the streetcar stop, he passed another structural steel shop. He stopped in, applied for a job and started the next Monday.

When I was in 8th grade we were living in Chicago. Dad took us four kids to the Museum of Science and Industry. While we were there, he ran into an old employer. The former boss was moving his manufacturing plant out of the city to a small town in western Illinois. He offered dad the position of plant manager (dad says it was an offer he couldn’t refuse) and a few months later we moved. Dad retired from that job 24 years later. It’s possible that there is some genetics at work here (just kidding).

It wasn’t magical, there were no lightning flashes, no booming voice from heaven but God provided and continues to provide.

Your green arrow also means ‘go’, as long as the arrow is pointing in the right direction.

Dad

And yet, if we will still ourselves and listen the reply comes, But this is what He had in mind. Because along the journey the light comes on and we understand. He knows our name, our words, our position, our dwelling place and prepared it all along – for His glory alone!

You are teaching me a lot about God’s glory. Thanks for the lessons from the Father’s heart through your words.

I remember hearing a friend in ministry once say that she used to get annoyed by all the interruptions during her workday — the people stopping by her door, or calling on the phone, who interrupted her to-do list.

Then, she realized, “the interruptions were my work.” That’s where ministry was really happening.

I think part of the problem, too, is that we (I) buy into the same value system as the world. That it’s about advancement and fame and “success” (whatever that means). Even our churches are buying into it.

Great post, Lyla.