Saturday, March 7, 2009
We live in interesting times.
I overheard a clerk telling a customer that she could hardly drag herself out of bed in the morning. "Not much to get up for except for this crappy job," she muttered. "Stupid place, stupid people. Pay scale's in the toilet, too."
A few days later, a young father of two told me he'd given up his dream of flying helicopters. "I was ten hours away from getting my pilot's license, when my managerial job folded." No longer able to afford the flight school, he dropped out and was happy when a clerking position opened up at Wal-Mart. He smiled, and quickly added, "This isn't my dream job, but I figure I can always finish flight school later. Right now my family needs an income."
Two people, both struggling, yet I came away feeling different after each conversation.
Emily Dickinson got it right when she penned,
Hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all.
To everyone who struggles today, I wish for you peace in the midst of your storm, and a hope that will carry you through whatever tomorrow brings.
Find rest, O my soul, in God alone;
my hope comes from him. Psalm 62:5