“Okay, let’s take our lunch break. Off the record.” She quickly made the corrections to a file that she had turned in that morning, X’d out of it and waited for the screen to return to her current job…the screen was blank?! She stared at the screen, her eyes searching up and down through every file. She panicked; “Where’s my file, Lord?” Her eyes told her it was gone!
Thanks for joining us for Wednesday’s Word with Kim-Evinda and Trench Classes United. Have you ever experienced a sense of panic, whatever the situation may be? Today’s blog is a great example of how to move from panic to prayer to praise and not let panic overtake you.
I hadn’t spent my “normally self-required” time with Abba, and I was on the record earlier than usual after a restless night’s sleep. The job I was reporting was a tough one speed-wise (up to 280 words per minute!) and to add to the arrows of frustration, I received a text and email from my office, while on the record, letting me know about an error on a transcript I had just turned in. And then another text about another circumstance that had an “immediate response needed”!
Sooo, after fixing the errors on the transcript I had sent earlier, I closed the file. I was fully expecting my current file’s screen to be there after closing the other one…but that was not the case. In fact, I searched for five minutes for that file. IT WASN’T THERE and I had looked EVERYWHERE!!
Full-blown panic tried to take over as I realized all my work of building that job’s personal dictionary was lost, all the fixing of the untranslated text. I tried taking deep breaths, but then I remembered the two times I had dropped a chunk of words. It was just too much. My search continued for a good 15 minutes of my 30-minute lunch. I texted a friend asked her to pray; I prayed, and told God, I need that file back, God.”
I got up and took a break, played with my fur baby, grabbed a piece of lunchmeat and cheese and a couple crackers, headed back to my office to begin creating a new file; daring myself to just put it behind me as a huge mistake because of all I was dealing with.
Suddenly I saw it, 041222PMK, it was back! My file had been restored, as if it hadn’t left and I, once again, for the millionth time, knew my Heavenly Father had provided and protected me. How do I know it was Him and not just a stupid error on my part? Because the file was in a different order than it had been originally within my other files. 😊 It was like He was letting me know, He was there with me, everywhere, 24/7, even in my computer.
Friend, can I encourage you to cross the bridge of panic by walking thru prayer over to praise?!