Thoughts of a workaholic

I am beginning to be a certified workaholic. I’ve been working 7 days a week now. The last Sunday that I attended church was July 12. Not that I chose to, but because I have to.

My officemates are begging me to take atleast 1 day off. I think they are afraid that I will transform into a monster soon. Hahaha.

Loads of papers. Yikees! Should start planting more trees.

Although I can feel that my body is begging me to rest. I have lots of tasks in my hands. And for a restless (literally) girl like me. It’s easier to complain rather than see the big picture.

While waiting for the truck to load the food, I paused and contemplated on these verses:

“Consider it pure joy, my borthers, whenever you face trisals of many kinds, because you know that testing of your faith develops perseverance. Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete not lacking of anything.” James 1:2-4

How I often take forgranted the opportunity to grow and mature and welcome it with an ungrateful heart instead. How convinient it is to complain and whine and make others feel for you. 

 So I stopped, I paused and I pray:

“Lord, Thank you for my job. Because You blessed me more than I can imagine. Thank You, because You love me enough that You stretch my limits so I can enjoy a deeper and more intimate relationship with You. Thank You because I know, I can always meet You whereever I am. And Thank You Father, for giving me the opportunity to glorify Your name. Please be with me. Amen”