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Thunderstorms and More Introspecting
Jul. 12th, 2006 11:34 pmIt's been thunderstorming outside for the past many, many hours. I'm glad I'm indoors.
I spent the past few minutes looking out the windows, just staring at the sheets of rain pouring from the sky, catching the flashes of lightning, listening to the rolling thunders, and watching the streets being lighted whenever lightnings flash across the sky.
Thunderstorms are awe-inspiring and remind me of God. Hopefully this thunderstorm won't add too much to the existing disaster of flooding in the area.
I’ve been thinking a lot about the concept of grace lately. It’s always been a subject that I’m interested in, but this post at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
robed_embrace got me thinking about the whole connection between forgiveness and grace, and what is it that makes these things so desirable yet difficult to give out.
As I’m looking around for jobs, I realize the one thing I really, really want—but probably won’t find too much of—is a gracious work environment. I was totally spoiled with working for InterVarsity, when grace and love for one another was almost a given. It’s too bad that being a campus staff isn’t my calling in life; I’d really like to stick around IV some more. (Yes, I know about the less than gracious moments too. They do exist and I’ve seen plenty of that.)
And believe it or not, when I worked at McDonalds, there was a lot of grace going around too. I’ve been trying for ages to pinpoint why I absolutely, positively LOVED working at McDonalds, and maybe this is it—most of the Mexican employees were in the same boat, so to speak, and they worked together almost like a family (with a generous share of bickering and blame shifting). At the end of the day, no matter how bad things went, many of them still carpooled and/or shared apartments with each other. Yes, there were stuck-up managers and a few Everybody’s Least Favorite Employees, but even they were seen as part of a group, like the annoying mole on your left arm that’s still part of your body.
Let’s not forget the Chinese restaurant job. I was a part of the family, even becoming the boss’ daughter’s tutor when she became one of my kiddies at the middle school. Taking her out to movies and helping her work on her high school application were like part of my job responsibilities, even working on her dad’s résumé *g*
Hmph, all the job hunting has turned me emo and introspective. Maybe my true calling is to work as a jack of all trades at a family-owned restaurant ^_^;;
I spent the past few minutes looking out the windows, just staring at the sheets of rain pouring from the sky, catching the flashes of lightning, listening to the rolling thunders, and watching the streets being lighted whenever lightnings flash across the sky.
Thunderstorms are awe-inspiring and remind me of God. Hopefully this thunderstorm won't add too much to the existing disaster of flooding in the area.
I’ve been thinking a lot about the concept of grace lately. It’s always been a subject that I’m interested in, but this post at
robed_embrace got me thinking about the whole connection between forgiveness and grace, and what is it that makes these things so desirable yet difficult to give out.As I’m looking around for jobs, I realize the one thing I really, really want—but probably won’t find too much of—is a gracious work environment. I was totally spoiled with working for InterVarsity, when grace and love for one another was almost a given. It’s too bad that being a campus staff isn’t my calling in life; I’d really like to stick around IV some more. (Yes, I know about the less than gracious moments too. They do exist and I’ve seen plenty of that.)
And believe it or not, when I worked at McDonalds, there was a lot of grace going around too. I’ve been trying for ages to pinpoint why I absolutely, positively LOVED working at McDonalds, and maybe this is it—most of the Mexican employees were in the same boat, so to speak, and they worked together almost like a family (with a generous share of bickering and blame shifting). At the end of the day, no matter how bad things went, many of them still carpooled and/or shared apartments with each other. Yes, there were stuck-up managers and a few Everybody’s Least Favorite Employees, but even they were seen as part of a group, like the annoying mole on your left arm that’s still part of your body.
Let’s not forget the Chinese restaurant job. I was a part of the family, even becoming the boss’ daughter’s tutor when she became one of my kiddies at the middle school. Taking her out to movies and helping her work on her high school application were like part of my job responsibilities, even working on her dad’s résumé *g*
Hmph, all the job hunting has turned me emo and introspective. Maybe my true calling is to work as a jack of all trades at a family-owned restaurant ^_^;;
