Isaiah 55. 2 of 13

Why spend money on what is not bread,
and your labor on what does not satisfy?
Listen, listen to me, and eat what is good,
and your soul will delight in the richest of fare. Isaiah 55:2

A good question, why spend money on things that don’t feed you? Why work on things that won’t give lasting satisfaction? You’ll spend your life poor and hungry, forever working without hope of a reward.

Drawn to Isaiah 55. 1 of 13

Over the next two weeks I will be sharing my study of Isaiah 55 with y’all.  I’ve been reading the book this month, and the Holy Spirit moved me to really examine myself with this chapter.  Enjoy!…

Updike Inspirations

Still processing a defining moment teaching from my pastor, I haven’t much to say today.  More later, perhaps.  So I would like to share a good find, which feeds both my scientific and poetic nature.  And the two are really the same.  Whoa.

“Seven Stanzas at Easter” by John Updike

Un-Identifying with Dilbert

Ever gotten lost in a cube forest?…Yeah, that was me yesterday.  “Where am I?…haven’ t I been here already?”  Yikes. 

I felt like I had jumped into a Dilbert comic…

Coworkers…friends.

Today is my last day working in the Corrosion Protection department – Monday I will begin a new rotation in my automotive engineering oddessy.  Yesterday I began wrapping up my outstanding assignments, and packed my desk into two cardboard boxes.  The move team will come pick them up sometime today and take them over to a foreign building…a desk I’ve never seen and people I’ve never worked with.

This morning my coworkers greeted me with a chocolate farewell cake.  They’re taking me out to lunch this afternoon, and I suspect they have a going away present for me as well…(there’s a wrapped box rather ineffectively hidden under the desk across from me.)  I’ll say goodbye at the end of the day, and tell them that I’ll stop by once in a while and let them know how I’m doing.  It’s not like I’m leaving…just working across town.  I’ll feel sad when I leave.

I always feel sad when I leave.

We share the majority of our waking hours together, seeing each other more than spouses and children in many cases.  I’ve tried to keep my focus on being a light to them – a listening ear, and extra hand to help with work overload, a smiling face and greeting in the mornings.  Just loving them as best as I could…and who would  have predicted six months ago that my nearly intolerable coworkers would be my friends.

…….

So why tell you all this?  Well, I am humbled every time I am reminded that my coworkers care about me.  I have not been perfect, or even nice all the time.  But, lo and behold, my coworkers are my friends.

Do you work with your friends?  Has this phenomenon happened to you too?

If not, I challenge you to focus a little more, today, on how you can show them that you care.  See what happens.

A scary question…

Last night was the blessing of another Tuesday night teaching from my pastor. Wow..I always walk away challenged.

But last night I was given a different sort of challenge…