I Prayed. At Work. Out loud…

AND,
was not teased, or judged, or mocked, or ridiculed because of it.
Allow me to rewind a little bit.
I am a Car detailer at a dealership. I clean cars; inside and out. It is not a special job, nor a hard job, but it has been a good job.  In my department, there are about 8 of us; from different backgrounds, and most of whom are not Christians.
It was a co-worker’s birthday, and also the last day in which all of us would be working together. ( Due to some major schedule changes) So one person brought in a cake, and we took some group pictures.
Right about the time the birthday guy ( Who is one of the only other Christians that I know of) was about to cut into the cake, he paused and looked at me;
“Can I ask you a favor?”
Thrown off guard, all I could muster was, “Sure.”
And he asked me to pray before he cut the cake.
I had no time to make excuses;
no time to second-guess myself;
no time to feel awkward or hesitant or shy.
So, I just dove right in, as everyone bowed their heads.

God opened a door, where I wouldn’t even think to knock in the first place.

I was surprised by how NOT awkward that moment was.
How no one scoffed, or muttered under their breath, or asked in a judgemental tone ” Why do you bother to pray?”
I am blessed by the people I work with; Christian or not.
I can only hope I am some semblance of the light of Christ, in this dark world.

Procrastinator

I remember thinking to myself, several weeks ago, that I was reaching that one year anniversary of blogging. And that, to celebrate such a thing, I should write something…
Extraordinary!
Well, that was May.
The one year anniversary was June.
Now it is July.
More and more, I see that, if one is not intentional about something, it will come, then it will go…
And like sands through the hourglass,
So are the days of our lives.
:/
I am guilty of that in most aspects of my life. Wanting – intending – to plan something ahead of time; a birthday event, a gift, a favor, etc.; but then procrastinating until it is too late. And instead of showing love to the ones I love most, in a creative and intentional way, they get a big, fat rock.
That I painted.
For Mother’s Day.
Four days late.
Thankfully, (and as I of course, already knew) my Mom loves homemade gifts, and thus, loved my “Rockin’ Robin” painted rock.
But I know eventually, this procrastination must cease. Or at the very least, decrease considerably.
I’m slowly learning to go forth, and actually DO.
Over a year ago, I knew the best way to do my devotionals consistently, was to add it to my morning routine.
Over a week ago, I added exercise to my morning routine.
Intentional.
I think that’s a good word for the day, don’t you?

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