What's the blogger etiquette? I feel the need to apologize for my derilict blogging. But...I won't.
Anyway. I'm sitting in the E terminal of Portland International Airport at 6 am on Wednesday morning. My morning is an exact contradiction to my current life situation. Last night, as I set my alarm, I calculated the timing of my morning preparation and travel. I figured I would get up at 4:30, take a half-hour to get ready (I'd already laid out my clothes for today), and leave the house at 5. This would give me 45 minutes to drive to the airport and arrive at 5:45, leaving 1 hour to check in at the counter, send my belongings through the Xray shoot (including this computer...I was a little worried it would get fried, but as you can see...it works), and get to the gate at 6:45, when the flight begins boarding. Good plan...considered traffic, first time business flying, end arrival 30 minutes prior to take-off. Total time from wake up to gate? 2:15:07.
Well, apparently, I was a little tired this morning and slept through my alarm. I woke up at 5:15, showered (good thing), and jumped into my laid out clothes. I kissed Becky good-bye, hopped in the car and drove to the airport. Parked my car, checked through security, and now I'm here. Total time from wakeup to sitting on the concourse typing my blog? 43 minutes. Sometimes things go more quickly than you plan.
And sometimes they take longer. I finally broke down the door at Nike after 2 years of applying...and that came about 3 years later than I would have hoped. Then I worked in an entry level job (which was great at the time) for about 1.5 years too long. After applying for anything that seemed right for that time...I'm finally doing something that requires the use of my brain, my personality, and sometimes my creativity. I'm very happy. But its funny...because all along the way, there were jobs that I applied for...and interviewed for...and got rejected for. Each time, I was intensely excited and SURE that I wanted that job. Then I would get that phone call. Each time I was disappointed. I couldn't understand why they didn't hire me. And now that I'm sitting here in the airport...about to fly to Santa Barbara...feeling secure in my job, my marriage, my family...I know why I had to wait.
Sometimes, God has us wait. Even if, at the time, we don't know why.
PB
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9 years ago
6 comments:
Good to hear from you again - with the good word about work too. And I know you haven't easily come by the wisdom revealed in your last line. rb
And we have seen from this example and others that we are all the more grateful and see God's faithfulness even more clearly after a hard wait. Thanks for the post.
Spoken as a true believer in God's faithfulness. Waiting for God's timing truly can be a hard thing - praise God we can rely on Him for strength while we wait. I hope you enjoyed your first business trip experience. :)
Your posting gave me chills. Thanks for the reminder that all good things come to those who wait...and God definitly has a master plan even if we can't figure out what it is at the time. I definitely needed that reminder today. Thanks Bunch!
1.) Proud of you for your patience, diligence, and persistence.
2.) Couldn't be more thankful to have you close by at work!
3.) Looking forward to more "foosball" at the Bo, some lunchtime runs, and some wildwings
It was nice to read your blog again, and a good reminder of God's timing! As I've just mentioned on my finally-updated blog, I think your definition of 'derelict' in bloggin just doesn't have room for slackers like me!
Congratulations on the new job! (Though I'm probably saying it late!)
We hope all is going well for you two!
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