About, face! “Kiss the gracious rod,” said the Lord today. I got stunned on Friday by finding out that I didn’t get the job I applied for within the company. I have been distrought this weekend, stewing in my anguish. Every time I thought about it, my happiness evaporated. Cannot believe how upset I’ve been. I really thought I was the best qualified for the job, but today there is finally a face to put to the cubicle I wanted. I’ve been angry all weekend. I’ve been jipped and unfairly dealt with. Or so I have thought.

In the back of my mind, I know it is God orchestrating such circumstances. I feel like every day I go to work that I am swallowing my pride to offer customer service. I don’t get paid very much, I get monitored closely, and on busy days I can go up to 90 minutes without having time to breath. I get some of the most bonehead questions any seasoned christian could imagine. “Not many wise, not many mighty, not many noble” (1 Cor.1:26). This could not be more true of our customers. My problem is that I judge my circumstances by whether they make much of me. Rarely do I consider how much they can make of Christ. I weep in shame for my faithlessness in the infinite One. Oh, that I could rap my lips around the rod and embrace the painful path of grace! It is painful because it strips me of myself. It kicks away the crutches so that I may be carried. God has been dismantling me in many ways.

Gracious God, to clothe me in Christ! For letting me taste your beauty today! Thank you for letting me peak around the corner of the path today! Brew in me more faith in Your Wisdom.