Written by Dene Nidiffer.
The intent when blogging is to prepare something positively inspiring, right?
Unfortunately, I am not feeling positively inspired today.
I should, though, because I am sitting in Orlando on my second day of vacation at a beautiful resort, sipping Diet Coke and waiting on my plate of nachos to arrive. My amazing husband is watching the Colts game. (I am as well.) The breeze is warm, but the ceiling fan is just cool enough. I slept in and watched reruns of an ’80’s sitcom this morning for mindlessness. So again, where’s the inspired feeling?
Last week my firm prepared for a huge request or proposal with a national company. We were up against at least 9 firms. The hours into the project were probably over 160 in a two week time frame. It was actually exhilarating! Research, diving deep into solutions, brainstorming and finding inspiration from places we’d never thought of before.
The presentation was the best I had ever given! I felt confident, prepared. We had amazing chemistry with the nine person panel. They were taking notes! They asked a ton of questions! They seemed interested!
On Friday, I left the office about 45 minutes early to prepare for an event I had that evening, errands, and to pack for our departure the next morning. My office called to say that the client left me a voice mail. I called him back hoping, hoping, hoping that all that hard work paid off! And of course voice mail, ugh!
So at 5:20pm, on the way to the event, I get the call…
“I wanted to personally call and thank you for your time and effort this week, but we’ve decided to go a different direction.”
Disappointment, self doubt, annoyance, exhaustion, even anger overwhelms me. I don’t really talk about it much after hanging up…The event was tainted by the news and worse, my dreams that night were full of me trying to chase what “I” had done wrong causing us to not get this work.
Now I’ve had several hours to internalize this and I realized something very important, unfortunately…
I asked others to pray for our success, which I so appreciated. BUT… I never even asked God for help!
What? Really? Why? Would it have helped? Would there have been wisdom imparted? When, when, when will I learn my lesson?
Moses told the Israelites, “See, God has selected Bezalel son of Uri, son of Hur, of the tribe of Judah. He’s filled him with the Spirit of God, with skill, ability, and know-how for making all sorts of things, to design and work in gold, silver, and bronze; to carve stones and set them; to carve wood, working in every kind of skilled craft. And he’s also made him a teacher, he and Oholiab son of Ahisamach, of the tribe of Dan. He’s gifted them with the know-how needed for carving, designing, weaving, and embroidering in blue, purple, and scarlet fabrics, and in fine linen. They can make anything and design anything.”
What I know for sure is that God wants me to ask for help! He’s told me before!
How do I know that He wouldn’t have picked me the same way He chose those above?
I didn’t even Give Him that chance!
I can’t say my prayers weren’t answered, can I?
I don’t believe I intentionally left God out, but it doesn’t really matter because He got my attention today as I decided what my blog post would be about…
When have you not relied on God and He reminded you that you must?
Intellectually I know the outcome could have been the same, but what if I had asked for help? I don’t want to feel the same regretful feelings I feel this go round because I didn’t ask.
Always take it to our Lord!
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