dead flies give perfume a bad smell
Ok, so Monday I was so stinking stressed. I'm in the midst of this incredibly huge change. I've been a youth pastor for about 8 years now, in ministry for about 15. For the bulk of last year I felt God changing my "calling" and that was quite a struggle. Now I'm learning and starting my own insurance business with Farmers. Meantime my church has graciously allowed me to remain working full time while I spend part time learning the ropes of insurance.
It makes for an interesting lifestyle right now. But sometimes I get to work only 1/2 days (12 hours). :)
So back to Monday. I had no appointments lines up because the last couple of weeks have been heavier on the ministry end of my schedule. Without appointments I can't sell insurance. So Monday I intended to rock out and get back on track.
After about the 10th phone call going nowhere I was pretty discouraged.
Duh, everyone's at work during the day on a Monday.
My stomach in knots, I headed home where my wife was busy cleaning for some dear friends coming to visit from Florida. I almost just crashed in front of the TV in a funk. Then somehow, it had to be a God thing because I know it wasn't me, I felt this urge to just do one positive thing.
So I took some brochures to the Fire Dept nearby. I know all this doesn't sound very "spiritual", that's one of my struggles I'll write about another time. So I did it. Somehow the energy came and I did it, then I was able to pick up the phone and make just a few more calls, voila, reached some people and just like that had some work in the pipeline.
I know it was God because I am a melancholy person by nature. I actually enjoy being depressed sometimes. I'm a realist, not an optimist, not a pessimist. So God has redeemed even my unspiritual insurance work.
It makes for an interesting lifestyle right now. But sometimes I get to work only 1/2 days (12 hours). :)
So back to Monday. I had no appointments lines up because the last couple of weeks have been heavier on the ministry end of my schedule. Without appointments I can't sell insurance. So Monday I intended to rock out and get back on track.
After about the 10th phone call going nowhere I was pretty discouraged.
Duh, everyone's at work during the day on a Monday.
My stomach in knots, I headed home where my wife was busy cleaning for some dear friends coming to visit from Florida. I almost just crashed in front of the TV in a funk. Then somehow, it had to be a God thing because I know it wasn't me, I felt this urge to just do one positive thing.
So I took some brochures to the Fire Dept nearby. I know all this doesn't sound very "spiritual", that's one of my struggles I'll write about another time. So I did it. Somehow the energy came and I did it, then I was able to pick up the phone and make just a few more calls, voila, reached some people and just like that had some work in the pipeline.
I know it was God because I am a melancholy person by nature. I actually enjoy being depressed sometimes. I'm a realist, not an optimist, not a pessimist. So God has redeemed even my unspiritual insurance work.