Has life ever handed you red when you wanted a different color?
I was in college and desperately needed a job. The one thing I could do well was to type. But, to qualify for a secretarial job at BYU I had to be able to type 60 words a minute with no mistakes. I knew to pass the typing test I would have to practice using an electric typewriter. I would not be using my comfortable manual typewriter.
I know, I'm ancient.
I went to the typing lab, and sat down, not knowing what I should practice. Next to the typewriter someone had left a typing manual. I randomly opened the book and started typing. I decided to type just this one practice page until I could hit the target speed. I went straight from the library to the typing test. The instructor told us to open the book to page such and such. I turned to the page and there staring back at me was my page from the library! I knew the Lord's hand was in this. I knew that I would get the job I needed. At the job interview I was told that there was one job and it would only last for four weeks. Did I want it? (I needed a job for the whole year. This was all wrong. All I could see was ugly red.) I said yes, but was bummed. The afternoon of my last day, the secretary next door came to deliver some mail that had been misdelivered. She moaned that her assistant secretary had just quit. Our office secretary said, "Jeanie is a typist and this is her last day." Norma, who would be my boss for the next two years (and gave me a full time job when I needed it), said, "You're hired. Come next door on Monday."
I see now that all along
the Lord is spray painting my life
the colors it needs to be,
and even more beautifully
than what I hope for.
4 comments:
No, mom. I'm just the thrift store princess in training. You're the queen. I only shop that way because of my super queen trainer! Your post reminds me of lesson we had in R.S. a few weeks ago about recognizing the Lord's hand in our lives. Great lesson - great post.
I am going to be thinking about this today. I pray I will notice the "red paint" and be so excited to see it!
I think I need to start thinking this way. Thanks Jeanie!
I had forgotten that story. Thanks for sharing it.
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