It has been almost a year since I stepped down at the local TV station after being turned down for a promotion. I remember that day like it was yesterday. Wondering what I could have done differently? Maybe if only I would have not started asking for Sundays off....Or maybe I wore jeans too many times to work?
But these questions were pointless, as God was closing a door. And when God closes a door, it's only a matter of time before He opens another one.
Four years ago I remember watching Christian television at like 2 in the morning ( which I still do....yes I enjoy it...it's about my God...why wouldn't I?) and there was an ad for an opening at the local Christian TV station for a master control operator. I felt God urging me to apply and so I did. I was offered a job there part time but I turned it down...it was overnights and on the weekends. And frankly I wanted to hangout with my than boyfriend on the weekends.
Well about two months ago, I really felt God urging me to send that same station an e-mail about coming in to volunteer/intern one day a week. Mind you this was at about four in the morning and I thought I was losing my mind. A few weeks prior I had told God if I had to work at Johnny Rockets well I worked on my show than I would. So I assumed I was being an over achiever again and not being content, so I tried to pray against it.
But God was very persistent with me. So I wrote the e-mail. I told them everything. How I worked at a local TV station, then a Christian Radio Station and now I am serving tables....etc...They e-mailed me back and said they would send my e-mail along to the hiring department.
Well several weeks past by and no word. I think I gave God the eye roll again.
My serving job than stated to cross some lines. I normally refuse to work Sundays in order to try and keep the Sabbath day holy, which is one of the ten commandments. But after one girl quit on the spot and another was on vacation. I was needed. So, after praying God said it was okay as I needed a couple extra dollars that month. So, I worked out a deal and worked half the day for two weekends.
Which lead me to go to the six o'clock service at my church one Sunday ( most Sundays I go to the 12:30). I had driven straight from work and looked a mess. In fact one of my friends who was greeting asked me if I just threw heels on because I looked out of it. Gee thanks!
Annoyed and exhausted, I sat down for service. I saw an old friend from a bible study group I was in a year and half prior. He introduced me to some of his friends and I told them about my show and my first interview etc...One of the guys he introduced me to than told me he worked for that very same TV station I had written the e-mail to. I looked at him shocked and gave God a confused look? Really? So I told him about the e-mail I wrote and he said "You were the girl that wanted to come in on Mondays right?" Now I was shocked! Where did this guy come from? How have I not met him before? He is friends with my friends? Part of me wanted to punch my friend for never correlating the two together but than I had one of those humbling moments where I realized how big God really was. I wasn't sure what this all meant but I could see than that God was up to something. He was. To be continued. ( Yes, I just did that. It's 2 am and I bet you'll want to read the next one.....you still love me : -) )
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