Have you ever worked for two people who are as different as day is from night? I did. At first I thought I could do it because they were so different. As it turns out, their differences burned me out.
Don't get me wrong. I grew to respect each of these doctors the more I got to know them. But then, over a short period of time, I lost my respect for them. I guess you could say my imperfection got judged.
It's hard to explain to someone the intricacies of a software program when they do not posses that type of thinking. It's no fault of theirs. I don't posses the type of thinking needed for being a doctor.
What was hard is when questions would arise. Seemingly simple questions that to them were signs of incompetency. Signs to me that a simple error was made and would be easily caught. Very different perspectives.
I bring this up because I am reminded of how a situation can look from multiple viewpoints. One person sees huge error; second person sees no double checking; third person sees built in safety check.
I'm reminded of how God sees me when someone else sees a failure.
God sees an overcomer.
God sees a survivor.
God sees a tender heart.
God sees an obedient child.
God sees a follower.
No matter what anyone else thinks of me, what God thinks of me is all that matters. And what about those two doctors? I hope they've asked Jesus into their heart to forgive their sins so that their eternities are sealed in Heaven. I want them to have the peace that passes beyond all understanding.
To be forever loved.
"In this you greatly rejoice, though now for a little while you may have had to suffer grief in all kinds of trials. These have come so that your faith, of greater worth than gold, which perishes even though refined by fire, may be proved genuine and may result in praise, glory and honor when Jesus Christ is revealed." (1 Pet 1:6-7 NIV)
About This Blog
My blog shares my recovery journey from childhood abuse to living with mental illness. I've been involved in twelve step groups and therapy since 1982. I accepted Jesus as my Savior in 1988. To the best of my ability, I have followed where He wants me to go and what He wants me to do. Maybe you'll find the hope and strength you need through what I write. Maybe you want to stop hurting yourself. Maybe you have a friend who needs help and can benefit from my story. I was newly disabled when I asked God this question: "What do you want me to do with my life?" I closed my eyes and paused for a few moments to still my mind. This is what I sensed from Him: "Amy, I want you to write your story to bring hope and healing to those who are still suffering." And that's exactly what I am doing!