I’ve been thinking about my job a lot lately. Which I should not be doing because it is negative and destructive thinking. But, alas I have.
Though I’d love to think that I am a valued worker and not everyone, but, at least some of the people like me and if I were to leave I would be missed. . . . . . . .
But, this is not so.
Working on my job is like swimming in a shark tank. All the sharks are fine while they are swimming together, but let something happen and blood gets in the water. Then they will turn on and eat each other. That’s how it is at work.
As for my value, I have none. As far as I’m concerned, I am a rook. For those of you who play chess ( I play occasionally and POORLY ) the rook is the most expendable piece on the board. It’s usually the first piece to make the opening move, and the first piece to be knocked out of the box because it is better to sacrifice a rook, than a knight, a queen or a king.
I know this is a poor commentary of my workplace but, I’ve learned to trust God and be content with my lot. In the past many things have been tried in order to get rid of me, but because of God’s mercy and grace, I’m still working here. It’s also amazing that the same people who tired to stab me in the back and cut my throat are no longer working there. Some have been transfered, fired, and retired.
I tell you: “No weapon formed against me shall prosper.” God must want me here for a purpose, so I may as well settle down and live with it until such time I either retire, or He takes me home to my eternal reward.
Funny. They thought very little of Jesus also. . . . . . .