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Woman With Little Faith

And so I came to work with heavy heart. That's what I've been feeling since Saturday (I worked last Saturday though at home but it was one of the painful experiences I've had to date).

Well, last Wednesday, it was like Murphy's law all over again, nothing seemed to be going right. The previous night I sent 2 emails to my colleague in Austin not to send the notification yet (an email will be sent to all employees with the implementation of my project) because my boss wanted me to modify the text. So, I felt confident since I sent 2 right? Not reading 1 will be forgivable but not reading 2 will be utter and complete horror.

Anyway, when I woke up on Wednesday, I quickly checked my phone for my email (darn that phone! no no no I love my phone!) And there it was the email that was not supposed to be sent. So imagine my pain, and I'm sure my boss will not be very happy. That notification was sent back and forth for revision for 2 weeks! Because he wanted something with nice graphics, something artistic (bleh!)


While I was walking back to the office after lunch, I prayed. Nothing special. I just said, "Lord, please help me." And HE DID! My boss was online and he talked to me and I told him what happened even before he asked. And he said it was 99% ok. Huh! He must have had a good night sleep... Thank you, Lord! What's more is that he talked to me about a possible new role, well aside from my current one. Yes, I am a workaholic. I was soooo happy.

It didn't take God an hour to answer my prayer. You Woman with little faith! That's me! I never learn that I cannot outdo the Lord.

Thank you.

Comments

HeARTworks said…
Hi Salme, saw your comments on other blogs and came to visit. You are funny in your posts, so honest! I especially like this one. We should really have expectant faith so God can work in our lives. Sometimes we are the ones blocking the blessings. God bless you!

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