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 I’m busy waiting for a phone call today. I want to have a real full-time job waiting for me when I finish this grant thing. I’ve had a couple of interviews. They went well, but you never know. The wierd thing is that I ran into one of the persons that interviewed me last week and she winked at me and said I’d be hearing from her soon. I took that as a positive. Similarly, I met with another person last week that I’d interviewed with earlier and she also winked at me several times.
I bet you will find this hard to believe, but attractive women don’t often wink at me. So I wake up ready to go to work and receive an important phone call and it hasn’t happened yet. 9:56am and no call. Hmmm. What could this possibly mean?
Has this extra weight I’ve put on since Katrina made me look more studly? Is this some cosmic joke? I know that God will provide for me and my family. I don’t even doubt that anymore. But it’s just so wierd. I haven’t been in the business world in a while. Is this some secret code?
While I’m waiting on the call…I’ll testify. Why I don’t worry about finances:
Soon after Shirley, Howie Jr, and Howie Jr, and I went to seminary we were broke. We went shopping for shoes for the boys. Believe it or not, we couldn’t find any that we could afford. Later that night, I walked to the chapel on campus and explained to God that because I had sold my business, gave away my dog, and moved my kids 450 miles from their grandparents that I thought that not having enough money to by shoes for my kids really sucked. I waited for about ten minutes for an answer (because I know God is pretty busy).
None. Nadda. No answer. I went to bed pretty pissed.
The next morning, there was a knock at the door. It was a package from Fed Ex. My friend Betty Brown from Memphis, who knew someone who worked for Nike, had sent shoes to my kids. New Nikes. Sorry God.
From that point on I’ve not lost too many night’s sleep worrying about finances. Lost sleep for other reasons, but not that one.
BTW as I write this, I hear a voice outside of my office of someone else that has asked for my resume. He’s a really nice guy. Hope he doesn’t stop in and wink at me!
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