I’m tired. I had a long work week last week and nothing makes me feel more rundown than days of sitting through meeting after meeting. I don’t really talk about my job here and I won’t go into any detail because 1. it’s not that interesting and 2. if by chance someone who works with me were to stumble onto it, I don’t want to say anything incriminating. So I’m like Sydney Bristow, that part of my life will remain a mystery, we’ll just say I work at a bank.
Anyway, there has been some behind the scenes drama at the bank over the last few weeks and I have chosen to take the high ground and keep my mouth shut. This is not easy for me because there is ALOT I’d like to say. My point is that with all the drama going on combined with having to spend three days with all the other bank employees, I am mentally exhausted.
The whole thing is really like junior high school, but with better clothes.
So in the midst of all this unrest at the bank, I have been spending some time in prayer trying to figure out how to handle everything. There seems to be a fine line between defending yourself and bringing someone down. I’ve needed a little guidance. And God, since He is faithful has made the truth known without me having to say anything.
This morning as I was reading the Bible, I came to Psalm 40 and really the whole thing is amazing. David had far greater troubles than I will most likely ever face and a whole kingdom depending on him, but the incredible dependence he always placed in God never ceases to inspire me.