Recently, I prayed and asked God for a little part-time job so that I could have another way of witnessing and have another small trickle of income (gas is expensive!). I was offered a job, but not the kind I wanted - I pictured a coffee shop job or a job at a cash register (areas I felt quite adequate). What I was offered was a job scrubbing stainless steel for hours upon hours.
I have never really done physical hard work - just mental hard work.
I got home and the first things out of my mouth were words of frustration and complaining (frustration as a result of my small build and pampered physical condition clashing with hard work).
But who do I think I am?
Didn't I pray for a job?
Didn't I get one?
Haven't I been blessed?
Complaining is pointless - It doesn't get me anywhere.
Hard work is hard.
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