When God Speaks

Yesterday was like no other day. History does not have a twin for it. It might get close like fraternal twins, but never can it produce an identical twin. Yes, yesterday was like no other day. It’s an impossible feat to duplicate.

The day began like any other day, but quickly turned sideways as the minutes ticked on. I awoke to the beeping of my phone’s alarm forgetting for a minute where I was. Then, realizing it was Monday sent dread straight through me. I turned and I tossed trying to come up with an excuse that might just make this day a little better. But, try as I might, I could not think of one. At least not one my boss might believe.

So, I scrambled to the shower hoping I could be revived, but the jets of hot water only worsened the case. I sat and I sobbed really needing a reprieve. A reprieve from the job I had once literally loved. As time had passed and the years rolled on, this love I once had now turned to hate.

The schedules, the time, the commute back and forth, not to mention the faces that had came and went all worked together to make this job one that had left me totally spent. Day number one of all five days, possibly six, put a damper on my day from the start of it. Dread ran through me as all Mondays do as I contemplated the act of saying, ‘I quit’.

Appreciation seemed lost in the wind of work. The words thank you, good job, way to go, or any words to encourage someone had long been lost in the world of advancing.

As I sat at the bottom of the bathtub shower, a light came on inside my head. At first it was dim but grew brighter each second when I suddenly realized the day it really was. I jumped from the shower screaming with glee for yesterday was actually my day off. Try as I might a day like yesterday could never again happen for me.

I dressed rather quickly as I dashed to my car excited to see what this day might bring. Looking around at the people on the streets brought me right slap back to the reality of life. I saw homeless people on every corner begging for help. I saw children in clothes covered in grime with shoes so tattered they barely stayed on. I saw old folks, young folks, and all in between with looks of fear beaming from their eyes. I saw teens skipping school at an alarming rate and some pulled aside by the men in blue.

All of these sightings sent a tremor through me. These sightings were fueled by the need for money. Money only had if a job was given. So, I dropped to my knees the minute I got home repenting and thanking at the same time. Sorry for complaining of a job many would envy and thankfulness and gratitude for this job I had. How does one abhor something while at the same time adoring it?

Yesterday was a day like no other day.