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I Love My Job

The previous camp I worked for had a cultural slogan which said in an obnoxiously ridiculous squeal, "I love my job!" Whether it was said in true appreciation for the workplace or as a band-aid to make you feel better when you're scrubbing a dirty toilet or cleaning vomit from a cabin floor, the phrase reminded us of the true gift to serve in the ministry of a camp setting. Presently, I find myself genuinely saying, "I love my job." The reasons which inspire this thought are wide and diverse.
I find it a thrilling practice to remember the Lord's faithfulness in an expression of thankful praise. It is more than a counting of blessings. It is a reminder of God's character and the power of His sovereignty, especially in answered prayers. It reminds me of Hebrews 11, often called the "Hall of Faith" chapter because it outlines individuals who trusted God and experienced His faithfulness. So, this post is an outpouring of a grateful heart for God's faithfulness.
I love my job because...

I wake up to the majesty of the mountains
I have a pile of books to read for work-based research
I walk to work every day
I live in a neighborhood of coworkers who open their homes for meals
I have the freedom to pray each morning for the work ahead
I ask difficult questions from those whose walk with the Lord is longer than mine
I sing ...everywhere
I throw myself onto the couch of the office next door and laugh with the people there
I have a working oven
I listen to the sound of my neighbor releasing the day's work through the sound of his piano
I watch fifth-grade brothers walk their dogs by my house barefoot, in their pajamas every Saturday
I witness the love of Dads who play with their little ones and push them to adventure
I lead a Zumba class of fierce women who are strong in body and in spirit
I am asked intentional questions by those who care about the deep ponderings of my heart
I am challenged by the material I read
I stare at the sun rise in my bedroom window and set on my front porch
I ride a mountain bike, barely, but I am taking baby steps
I see baby bunnies hopping around camp

I have my own room, for the first time...ever
I live near a city of eclectic people, rich culture, and spicy food
I get to pet the fuzzy ears of my neighbor's puppy each day
I am free to pray, praise, and serve the God I fear and love

I could go on and on and I genuinely find new things each day. Although this list holds significance for me personally, may it encourage you to create your own list of thankfulness. May the following verses remind you of the importance in recounting God's goodness.
"I will tell of the kindnesses of the LORD, the deeds for which He is to be praised, according to all the LORD has done for us."
Isaiah 63:7
"I will remember the deeds of the LORD; yes, I will remember your miracles of long ago."
Psalms 77:11

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