Hope For Our Nation Pt. 8

Bacon sizzling and scintillating met Chris at the front door. He walked into the kitchen in time to see his wife hop back from a pan pop.

Chris said, “That was close.”

Cindy jumped a second time, and turned with one hand waving a spatula, and the other clutching her throat. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?” Chris chuckled and tried to nuzzle his wife’s hand away from her neck.

She shook him off, “Don’t scare me like that.”

“I didn’t mean to,” he let his shoulders slump, and dropped onto a stool at the marbled gray formica breakfast bar, facing Cindy.

“We’re having BLT’s.”

Chris scrunched his nose, “It’s too early for fresh tomatoes.”

“I bought some vine-ripe ones at the store.”

“They aren’t the same as the ones from our garden.”

“What do you want me to do, it’s April.”

Sensing defeat, no matter what how he responded, Chris changed the subject. “It was crazy at work today.”

“I could tell from the phone call about the car.” Cindy piled the last piece of bacon on top of a grease-soaked paper towel with a plate underneath. She carried the whole thing with her and sat down. “What’s going on?”

Chris reached for a crispy slice, but got his hand slapped for the trouble. He frowned, then began to tell his wife the full day’s details.

He started with he and John getting caught on the factory floor, Steve’s talk with them in his office, the rumor’s, the verbal attacks, the vandalism of their car, and finally, the surprise support from a handful of fellow employees just before he left. Chris didn’t slow much while he talked, afraid Cindy would cut him off, and prevent him from finishing where he wanted.

With a breathy tumble of words, he ended his synopsis with, “I have the chance to really make a difference. I can show people that God is more than a legend. He’s more than a passing dream. He’s real and He’s powerful. With prayer, He can turn things around for our company, and I believe if more people banded together, we might prove there’s still hope for our nation.” Chris gulped air and watched Cindy’s face for a warning of what she would say.

She shifted in her seat, and the crease between her eyebrows deepened. “I don’t know about changing our country. And I’m not excited when I think how far some of your co-workers might go, but I’m more afraid of stopping you, if God wants you to act. Just don’t sit back and expect Him to intravenously feed blessings into the place. There is power in prayer, especially when you listen twice as much as you speak. But you have to put feet to your faith — talking is not the same as doing.”

New energy caused Chris to straighten on his bar stool, “Are you saying..?”

“I’m saying, if you’re sure this is something you’re supposed to do, then do it right. Make a plan and follow it. Listen for inspiration while you study the Bible and pray. Then decide what you will do, when you’re supposed to do it, where things will happen, and how you will play a role in God’s plans for the company you work for.”

“I did that with John.”

“But things are changing, fast. There are a lot more people involved than you and John now. And the more people a situation requires, the more important it is to heed the scripture that says, “Be wise as a serpent and innocent as a dove.”

Chris scraped his stool away from the counter and squeezed his wife, who didn’t pull away this time.

Later, after a delicious BLT, with surprisingly sweet tomatoes, Chris helped his wife clean up the kitchen. Then she helped by praying with him.

Tomorrow promised a new day with fresh opportunities. Though exhausted, Chris started a mental strategy before falling asleep. The emotional battle he’d waged until sunset, would result in heightened spiritual warfare beginning at dawn. More than a feeling — it was a knowing. Trouble waited on the horizon, and he’d need a whole suit of armor to survive.

Anita FreshFaith @ Work

Ephesians 6:12 (NIV)

For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms.

Anita Agers-Brooks is a Business Coach, Certified Personality Trainer, Communications Specialist, speaker, and writer. She lives in Missouri with her family.

Contact her via www.freshstartfreshfaith.org or anita.freshfaith@gmail.com

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2 responses to this post.

  1. Anita, I’ve been reading your post every day to find out what happens. You really have a gift for storytelling!

    Blessings,
    Barbara

    Reply

  2. Thank you so much Barb. I appreciate your encouragement, it means a lot. I’m not entirely sure where the tale will end — I’m following myself. 😀

    Reply

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