June 23, 2006

Something strange is happening!

I've been aware of it for months but i couldn't put my finger on it exactly until last night:

"Dear friends, do not be surprised at the painful trial you are suffering, as though something strange were happening to you. But rejoice that you participate in the sufferings of Christ, so that you may be overjoyed when his glory is revealed... If you suffer as a Christian, do not be ashamed, but praise God that you bear that name. For it is time for judgment to begin with the family of God..."
1 Peter 4: 12-13, 16-17

Every time I think I'm "fighting the good fight of the faith" (Timothy 6:12) it turns out I'm just fighting against those who I consider to be unfaithful! Who do I think I am? Lord help me! Good for me, I know He will!

1 comment:

Freygirl said...

Hi Victoria it's Chelsea. Thank you very much for your picture of you and my brother in New York. I miss you guys. Anyways, I just read this blog and I kinda think I know what your talking about. If I am totally off let me know. I work at a restaurant now and it's quit the challenge not to feel convicted of acting/being "selfrighteous." I have to pray my butt off before I walk in the door that I can have a good attitude and show the other staff love. I work with people who all smoke, drink, swear, have sex, complain, speak horribly about their tables when they come into the kitchen, come in with awful hang overs and it makes me sick! I try so hard to bite my tongue and show them love, however, sometimes I find myself thinking "I'm glad I'm smarter than that." But the truth is? I'm not. I got drunk a month ago with a friend at a club so who am I to think these awful and selfish thoughts! Can I justify with at least "knowing" what I did was wrong? Bacause sometimes i think the toehr servers are oblivious!!! This is their WAY OF LIFE! (I assure you, me drinking is a super rare occasion...I did not mean to get drunk...I just don't know my limits...and the last time I drank I was 18. Please forgive me!) Anyways, as I was saying, this is their WAY OF LIFE!!! But I often find that when I try and just let everyone at work know that I love them and that I'm different I'm not doing it to "fight the good fight of the faith" I'm doing it for my own good. It's so weird. I feel like I learn so much about God during my serving shitfs. I talk to him pretty much the whole time! SERVING SHIFT. Yeah...I'm a waitress. But God told me not to think of it like that. He said "My child, you are serving." And that's right. I am. I strive not worry about how much a table left me. The only thing I can do is do what I did this summer. And love on my customers. Just like my campers, maybe the hour that my table is with me is the only time throughout the week that they genuinely feel loved. Thats what makes my job so fun for me and sooo NOT worth complaining about. I smile the whole time I work Victoria. Other staff tells me "Oh your too nice." or "Chelsea be more aggressive" (thats when I wait behind sometime to use the soda machine at the bar. But man, I don't want to be aggressive. What's the point? Anyways, I just thought that I'd share that with you. If I was totally off of your blog point let me know.
Love, Chels =)


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