For 6 years now, I've depended on paychecks, work, and building a reputation of dependability and trust. I'm tired, to say the least, of being a work-a-holic. I'm ready to find that peace again I had three years ago. I want to find that balance between push-over and a "strict, mean and unhappy manager". I have my days where I show complete mercy and forgiveness to a person that is in a situation. I have days where I am strict to the policy and an absolute "B" to my employees and even customers, then it boils over into my family and friendships. "Burnt out" is the term I think I'm getting to. But the burnt out feeling is now becoming a burning pain that is annoying everyday I wake up and know my 8-hour shift will turn in to an easy 12- hour shift. Some days the only thing that keeps me going is the thought of "man, this next paycheck is going to be good."
Now to the real issue. I hate money. I never have enough, I'm never content, I'm never am happy with what I buy, there is always something better that will come out in a month. I hate bills. I hate debt.
I'm sure that everyone that reads this is thinking, "Don't we all?"
The power of money is a disease and a lot of people have it. I believe that it is worse than HIV/AIDS. People these days don't realize just how controlling this disease is. How destructive it is. How strong it is. It can control EVERYTHING about you:
Mentally "man thats going to be a good paycheck".
Physically: Where you eat, where you live and HOW MUCH YOU WORK.
Spiritually: Tithe, do you tithe? Do you depend on God to provide what you need? or do you depend on yourself, working yourself to death?
As you know I am GUILTY as charged for having this disease. A lot of my family members have it too. It is passed from generation to generation and the chain must be broken.
When I did missions in Smyrna, I made more than Bill Gates could ever earn. I made friendships, I made connections, I made the community a better place by showing love and lending two willing hands. My heart got up every morning at 6:30, brewed coffee for the morning meetings and met "the boys" on my patio and met with God too. He was never late. He was always there waiting on us to come spend our morning devotion with him. Our days never seemed long, even in 100 degree weather. To us, there was not enough hours in the day. The happiness that was generated from this, still makes me sit back and think, wow, that was some powerful stuff.
When I came home the "Fire" or "desire to do good deeds" last about two months. I was blessed with a promotion the day I returned to work. And lets just say thats when the money disease hit my spirituality.
Once money takes the place of God and blinds you, your mental will follow, and then your physical will come quickly after.
God blesses those who are merciful, for they will be shown mercy.
Thanks, KLOVE.
I could show mercy 24/7. But due to "Policy" I am restricted. I will pay for a sandwich for someone, or I will listen to someone vent about something going on in their life. I will work a shift for you because something has come up. I will babysit, I will mow and do yard work because you can't. Mercy. "Understanding the situation and Showing compassion to those in need of it." BUT DON'T WE ALL NEED COMPASSION??
I read this: Be nice to those you meet on the way up. They're the same folks you'll meet on the way down. ~Walter Winchell
THIS DOES NOT MEAN KISS EVERYONE'S BUTT.
I think A LOT of people get confused on this.
Bottom Line: Do what's right, not what you think is good for you.