Work-wise, last week was rough. I really wanted to quit. On Friday, I was heading to New York, to let myself be a kid and be mothered, if only for a weekend. I hadn’t planned on bringing my work laptop, but I ended up taking it along and this bothered me. Lugging an extra however many pounds the machine weighs was annoying. And it was raining! Gah.
I had hoped that this would be an opportunity for career growth and to learn new skills – and to some extent it has proven so. The stress and worry that spill outside the office, however, have outweighed those benefits.
I was – and still am, but maybe marginally less so – frustrated. I can’t take much more of this, I can’t put up with much more, I thought.
Then the chorus of this Jars of Clay song stuck out like it never had before:
They say that I can walk on water if I would follow and believe
with faith like a child.
Move mountains, and walk on water – impossible? Not so, Jesus tells us.
I realized, if faith (and it’s not so much my faith in and of itself as much as it is the One in whom I have faith) can enable little me to move a mountain and defy gravity, then surely I will do more than just get by at work.
