Work Sux but God is Great

Ok--so it's Saturday--the best day of the week. But I can't stop thinking about how I have to go into work tomorrow morning. I am soooo fed up with this crap at work that I'm about ready to tell them to stick it where the sun don't shine. I run the entire dept by myself and volume has picked up so much that I can barely keep up. And there's no hope of it letting up--we will continue to get busier and busier. I'm constantly being paged when I'm not at work and called in on the weekends although I trained a person specifically to cover weekends! And believe me when I say that I do NOT get paid enough to deal with this shit. I let my bosses and the COO know that I needed help about 6 weeks ago and they provided me with "weekend girl" 2-4 hours a week. Now that is so helpful. She's actually only helped a total of 4 times in the last 6 weeks because, of course, her car was in the shop for 2 weeks and she had no way of getting to work. So, I'm left wondering--do I stick it out and wait for something to happen or start looking for a job??? OK--enough venting.

On a lighter note-- Last Sunday at church was amazing! This young guy had come to church several times before and told us about how he lives in his car and has been homeless for about a year. He said he had fallen away from God and had been heavy into drugs. He said he was now clean and had stopped hanging out with all his old druggie friends. I had prayed for him. He seemed lost. Then last Sunday, at the morning service (I don't go in the morning, but my sister & her family does) he was suppossed to get Baptized and he didn't show. As my sister tells it, it was a little awkward--the water was filled and ready to go and the pastor had to say a few words to the congregation to smooth it over. Well, the guy showed up last Sunday evening and came forward and confessed his faith in front of us all. The evening service is a pretty small group--there were about 15-20 of us there that night. My Uncle was visiting from San Fran so he and my Mom were also there. The guy said that he couldn't bring himself to walk into the church that morning. He had too much self-doubt. So he went back to his car and began crying--sobbing even. Asking God what he should do. He said he cried for almost 2 hours. Then his hands and arms went numb. He got out of the car and ran into the church, into the sanctuary, to the alter area. He stood crying and trembling and he heard in his head "Submit, Submit." It was then he knew he was ready to get baptized. He didn't expect any of us to believe this story, but he told it anyway. So last Sunday evening as he stood in front of us--still crying and trembling, he decided that he'd like to go ahead and get baptized right then. We made our way to the dark sanctuary--turned on the lights and filled the water. There were 10 of us and we sang "Amazing Grace" for him and he was baptized. I was crying like a baby. AMEN!