Blacksboro’s Weblog

So i was at a bizzare, or a “feast” as they like to call it. Its an Italian festival that my best friend’s family holds every year to celebrate the life of Santa Rosalia. I go annually for the food, and to see the faces that i havent seen in so long. I go with Mike and his girl Tiff, and our long time friend who’s visiting from Virginia. Over a short time, and seeing nobody we knew, we decided to leave and come back. But just as we were departing, Mike’s cousin Joe said he was on his way there. So we waited another ten minutes, and lo and behold, we spotted Joe, his sister and his father. now, his father is a very spirit filled man, and for the religiosity he has in his family, Uncle Louie opposes the religiousness. See, when it comes to the Lord, he is all about Relationship. We get talking, and one key point he hit was to “love God with your whole heart, mind and soul…” and he also said that while he was with his (ex) wife, he did not look, and/or lust after other women. She was his and his only. Without anything else said, God hit me with a revelation. If we love Him, why do we lust after other desires? When i had a certain someone back a few years ago, and was truly in love, i couldnt look or even think of another girl. i couldnt because the love i had for her overpowered that dingy fix of eyecandy. So forth, with the Holy Spirit, why on earth do we lust after those desires? T. Gilbert, aka Tom the Dragon often quotes, “when you first meet that girl (or guy) that you like, all you want to do is talk talk talk to get to know them. We’ll be on the phone for hours…well, the Lord wants us to do that; to get to know and love and desire him.” Well now i know, and more than know, but actually feel burdened to make an effort to love Him, as my first love. And as i did this, yesterday, all the worries about small conflicting problems seemed to go away. So what does God have that a girl doesn’t? What does God have that money can never achieve? What does God have that fame can’t amount up to? Well simple…he, he is everything and more.

I want to start off and say i have had the worst day of work that i have ever suffered. We were belligerently shorthanded. I’ve only been on the job for a week. Less. Five days technically. I clean, no problem because that’s what I do best. However, I had the task of pricing up the different items of food and putting them out in the cases that surround our court. I have to find a four digit number for each tray of meat, since they are all different cuts. I am struggling to find the code in this behemoth booklet of numbers. Forgot to mention I’m dyslexic when it comes to trying to read. The assistant manager helps me, no problem. See, the whole learning thing, pricing up different items, while trying to look up numbers that are smaller than the text you are reading wasnt the problem at all. The problem is, when 7:30 arrives, meaning i have only an hour and a half to clean…yeah. I know why they give me 5 hours to clean (4 hours is actually the whole chunk of the process) because I have to take the machines apart and scrub and wrinse and sanatize them. On top of that, i have to pack up the rest of the leftover stuff and put it out in the store, so people can buy them. See, the point of this particular blog is patience. Eight o’clock rolls by and three more customers come by looking for items that aren’t in the case. There’s no butcher. I’m the cleaner…and they want the stuff cut. So i help them, no problem. Patience, yes, is a beautiful virtue. Understand that in the past, I’ve had lesser situations than this, and I’ve walked out because i became so frustrated. Of course, thanks to the loving former bosses that gave me grace, I still maintained to keep my job. But the difference between me walking out on a job at 16, and walking out at 22 is maturity. I’m not talking about growth maturity, or “aww my baby is growing up and he is realizing that he can’t be a little 16 year old anymore…” No. I’m talking about a kind of maturity only God can grant me…and you alike. See, I’ve known people who are my age, and sadly they still act like they are in middle school. They, sadly are Godless, hopeless and dead inside. I once had about enough patience of what a 5 year old has. Same thing with the temper. I didnt have a fuse, “just a detonation button,” as T. Gilbert likes to say. So, i stayed after 45 mins and did almost everything i had to do. Fun times. No…really..