Thanks to my family and some special friends who helped make my birthday so special (you know who you are!) Thanks also, to all my FB friends who also wished me well. I am truly blessed. May God return the blessing to you.
God’s faithfulness in your past is a sure sign that he’s building your faith for bigger things in your future. No trial goes to waste in the Kingdom. No hurt is lost in the building of your faith. The events that stretch you will also build you. Today’s challenge is likely larger than yesterdays. So, when you face a mountain, try to remember the hills you climbed yesterday, and how God was faithful. He did it then. He’ll do it now.
If you have a job, in this economy, you can count yourself blessed. If you have a job you really love AND you’re good at, you are not only blessed, you are blessed to be working in your “sweet spot.”
Your sweet spot is the intersection of what you love and what you do well.
There are plenty of people working in jobs in which they do well, but don’t love. That’s what we call work.
And there are those that do what they love, but don’t really do well. Call it a hobby.
But there are those who have found that one thing that makes their heart sing which also intersects with their God-given skills, ability and passion… they have found their sweet spot.
If you’re not working in your sweet spot, maybe it’s time for a change. Perhaps some self-examination is in order. Ask yourself, “What do I really enjoy doing?” and “What do I do well?” Then research potential careers and jobs that use those passions and talents that God gave you. Then you can say with Thomas Edison, “I never worked a day in my life. It was all fun.”
The problem with prayer is that we quickly become cynical when our prayers are not answered in the way we want. As if God owes us something, we make our requests and expect immediate answers. When we don’t get them, we think, “See, prayer doesn’t work. What good does it do to pray? God does what he wants anyway.” We lose our child-like expectations and grow increasingly cynical. And we stop praying. Or, at best, we continue praying, without expecting any real answers.