The Lord is With You Mighty Warrior

HOLY CRAP. (For lack of a better term.) But really! That statement–“The Lord is with you mighty warrior.”–THAT is what was said to Gideon by an angel.

Let me set the stage for you. Israel is under the oppression of the Midianites, who were pretty strong nasty people, for seven years. The Israelites that were left built shelters in caves and up in the mountains in an effort to protect themselves. 

Here’s Gideon, working in a wheat field trying to get some food for his people, minding his own business and an ANGEL is just legitimately chillin’ in front of him. That ALONE would be enough to straight knock me off my feet. I just know it would. Not only was that angel standing in front of Gideon, then the angel talked and brought a message from God to him. “The Lord is with you mighty warrior.” Woah.

So long story short, God calls Gideon to save Israel from these nasty Midianites and Gideon is pretty scared. He’s like (ok, now I’m paraphrasing here guys.) “uh, you’re sure that you want ME to save all of Israel from these big, scary Midianites?!” and God is like “Am I not sending you?!”-Judges 6:14 (HELLO! Earth to Gideon, I sent an ANGEEELLL!) I’m not sure about anyone else, but I’m pretty thankful for a patient God. He could have just as easily been like, “You know what Gideon, I’ve sent an angel from Heaven and you’re still not sure what I want you to do? Ok, welp, I’ll find someone else then.” Aren’t you glad that we aren’t God?!

Moving on with the story. It’s battle time and Gideon has gathered quite a few men (if my math is correct he has like 32,000) and God speaks to him and says (paraphrasing again) “Listen, buddy. You’ve got too many people. I don’t want Israel to think they’ve done something super awesome on their own. I want them to know this was me! Send some men home.”-Judges 7:2-8 By the end of this discussion with God, Gideon is left with 300 hundred men. As in 3-ZERO ZERO! 300. (I’m having a heart attack FOR Gideon right now.) I’ll go ahead and spoil the story for you and let you know that God fulfills his promise and Gideon takes down the Midianites with 300 men.

.Gideon was called. Judges 6:11-16

.Gideon was scared. Judges 6:15

.Gideon asked God for a sign. Judges 6:36-40

.God gave Gideon several signs. Judges 6:36-40

.God fulfilled his promise. Judges 7:15-25

Please get that last part…HE FULFILLED HIS PROMISE!

Aren’t we all a little like Gideon? (and by a little I mean…A LOT!) God calls us to something, and we are flat out petrified. We need a sign. We need proof. We need confirmation.

Maybe he called you to something that looks unattainable. Maybe he called you to something that looks too big to handle. Maybe he called you to something that you had never even considered for your life. Maybe you aren’t even sure it’s God. (That happened to Gideon too, read it here-Judges 6:17.)

I encourage you to pray. I encourage you to read the Bible. I encourage you to talk to GODLY friends and family and ask them to pray. I encourage you to journal and have an open dialogue with God.

I know where you’re at. I’m in the same place right now as I prayerfully consider the callings that God has for my own life.

Now I want to add a little something here: I’m not saying God is calling us all to lead an army and take down a nation. K? But each of us has our own battle. Each of us has our own “Midianite”. Each of us has, or will have, something that God is urging us to do.

And he wants you to know…

“The Lord is with you mighty warrior.”

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I Confess

Adventures in crazy. Legitimately I think at some point I’m going to have to realize that I am part of the problem. The Boss would be proud of me, I am about to confess some “unconfessed” (NOT A WORD) sin in my life.

I can take responsibility for my issues:

1. I don’t like to be told what to do, ESPECIALLY when I feel like, or have predetermined that the person telling me what to do is somehow less educated or less intelligent than I am. Perhaps this is a common thing among humans, or maybe I am a self righteous disgusting human being. I’m not sure, but what I do know is that this is a truth about me.

2. When things get stressful I am quick to freak out, cause myself way more anxiety than necessary and quit.

3. I let issues go unresolved, bottle several things up and then, generally it takes one thing (related or unrelated) to shove me over the edge.

I have a kind spirit, I am easily approachable and I am very quick to accept people for exactly how they are. I believe this makes me a target. I am taken advantage of, I am misinterpreted for being overly easy going. I really don’t know what to make of it, but what I do know is that today everything came to a head.

I received a text message from The Boss stating that she would be late. If you know me or have happened to read through the last several posts I’ve made, you’ll know this isn’t out of the ordinary. I responded to her message saying that I would be at the office when she got there. When I show up to work another co-worker informs me that she has a message from The Boss. She is going to be VERY late, and the materials that I need to complete my job aren’t in the office. She continues with, “So you have two choices: work with me on the floor, or leave and make up your hours another day.” My job isn’t in the store. I’ve never worked in the store. I didn’t take the job to work in the store. More to the point–IT SHOULDN’T HAVE TO HAPPEN BECAUSE MY BOSS SHOULD BE AT WORK. Period.

Unbelievable.

She had already messaged me. Why not tell me how late she was going to be? Either way…remember earlier when I mentioned I let things bottle up and then it takes a small issue to send me right over the deep end, well HERE IT IS. I told my coworker I would make up my hours. I drove to the temp agency (I should have mentioned before that this job was one that was provided through a temp agency because I only need  part time job through the summer until graduate school and full-time teaching happen) to get advice about my incompetent supervisor.  I was advised to talk to her personally to work out the matter.

I determined that I would go back to work and try to make it through. I pull into the store at noon and her vehicle still isn’t there. I wait a few minutes and then I call her directly. I let her know I’ve been waiting on her for over an hour, to which her response (I can NOT make this stuff up!) is “Well EXCUUUSEEE me!” I was literally shocked–for a few reasons–TO START, she is a GROWN WOMAN!! A GROWN ADULT WOMAN. I literally called to make peace and come to an understanding and was met with animosity, ignorance and unprofessionalism. (Which is her MO, so I don’t know why I’m so shocked.) I explained to her calmly that I wasn’t being rude, meanwhile she is yelling over top of me “THINGS COME UP!… YOU HAVE NO IDEA!… EXCUSE ME FOR BEING AN HOUR LATE!… YOU DON’T HAVE TO MAKE UP THOSE HOURS!…..” My response was as it was before, calm and collected. I tried to explain to her that, indeed, I did need to make up those hours. I tried to reason with her and ask about working a shift a different day, because of the time wasted (an hour and a half at this point) today. She was still yelling incoherently “I HAD TO WORK 18 HOURS ON SATURDAY (Hello! This is Monday!!) YOU JUST HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT.” I’m still calmly in the background saying “I’m confused why you are talking to me this way. I’m not being rude to you at all. I simply told you that I’ve been waiting for over an hour….” CLICK

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh….Someone PLEASE explain to me what just happened.

The Over-zealous, scripture slinging, judgment passing, sin admonishing, don’t-want-to-lose-my-Christian-witness-so-I-better-walk-away, Boss HUNG UP ON ME.

Lemme just tell you…She done LOST her Christian witness today, buddy. DONE. LOST. IT. (She lost it a long time ago, but she’s just confused.) She’s also well on her way to losing her ever-loving mind, but hey, one issue at a time.

Either way, I go back to the temp agency (in tears) feeling ridiculous, to explain to the women the outcome of “talking to her calmly about the issues at hand”. I explain to them the issues I’ve had not just today, but all summer. This is where things get funny. The woman behind the desk literally removed sticky note from her desk drawer and picked up her pen as she said “I’m sorry, she said what?!”

I repeated my previous statement with the driest cynicism I could muster. “She told me that her business is failing because her workers have unconfessed  sin in their lives and that is why God isn’t blessing her business.” I followed up the sentence with an eye roll so dramatic that I caused an earth quake and a face I imagined looked something like this:

eye-roll

I wish you could have seen the look the lady’s face. Her exact words were “Oh my ‘Lantis” and she scribbled down what I had said. She kept saying “I am just blown away. I just don’t even have words. This is the craziest thing I’ve ever heard.”

So, here I sit, jobless. Conflicted over being a quitter and literally feeling entirely justified.

All I know is this:

THE. WORST.JOB. EVER. ended today. And, In the words of The (ex) Boss—–AMEN.