Watch your words, watch your mouth. I just finished complaining how my side job, dabbling with its closing time, added an extra hour to getting out of the restaurant and going home. Now my day job offered me my first, true third shift position (9pm-5am) which means I could not stay past 8pm for the side job. apart
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Nothing's final, but..Wow! Being at home during the day for my daughters; closing different nights, or not at all, at said side job. No brainer. I am careful to incorporate my wife in this brand new situation, unlike the past. Don't want to mess things up. apart
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How did this happen? I chose a song from Christian radio, and sang it unto God everyday; like nine months, everyday I worked in the cooler, where when it's 40° outside, it's still 40° in the cooler. apart
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Plenty days when it was time to meet Jesus. This time it worked. apart
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Don't just choose any contemporary, Christian song, unless it's Michael W. Smith's 'O Lord our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth?' apart
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Getting serious with God; no time for cookie cutter Christianity. No magic. He chose to answer my prayers. More importantly, he acknowledged what was important to me in a way which to me was undeniable. apart
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Then He shrugged His massive shoulders, as if to say, 'What are you going to do?' No time for brain farts. I kept bringing it up. So if I did not like His response, I should not have asked; much less, punctuate it with a song of praise.