People are broken. Emotionally. Everyone has a story, and everyone has pain in their past. For some people it’s an obvious broken that they share. For others it’s a great mystery.
Today I’m sitting here at work wondering what my coworker’s broken is. And that’s a major victory for me.
See, I could be sitting here getting all upset about the fact that all my job end times were changed last night. All my jobs from end time 5:40 to 6:05 were changed to 6:00pm when I came in this morning. 5 jobs total. And there was only person who would have bothered to take the time to “fix” them to her (rigid) standards.
So I’m sitting here this morning deciding how I want to react. I’m not mad. I’m not sad. I’m not even put out. And as I ponder, I realize God has placed in me this unusual…
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