Thursday, February 21, 2008

Thursday Morning

Yesterday was a better day at work. I was sitting in a highly charged, contentious meeting at work. I took my pad of paper, turned up some edges so that I was in the middle of the pad, and wrote "God, please help me!" The man next to me, who is my boss' boss, read it and much to my dismay, and whispered to me, "if you have a better idea, tell us what it is!"

After the meeting, I caught him in the hall and tried to explain that I was NOT writing a note to him, that my little note was meant to be a prayer. He asked me to come to his office and we chatted for a while, and I got to say and hear a bunch of stuff that needed to be said and heard. And he told me "don't worry," and he told me "I am glad you take your job so personally."

So now I am off to pray. One hour of silent prayer should be a good thing for me this morning.


dAAve said...

Let's see. What was that twelfth promise?

Scott W said...

Lovely and charming, just like someone I know. Oh, that would be you!

Pam said...

well I guess that your written prayer worked since you were able to get some stuff off your chest.
I love knowing where you are on Thursdays :)
Little angel hair pasta

Syd said...

Sounds like the HP was at work and helping you. Stuff sitting on your chest crushes after a while.

Zane-nawwaa said...

Thank you for sharing the power of prayer.

Scott Crawford said...

Lovely. God doing for M.C. what she could only scribble for herself ;-).

Enjoy the big exhale.