I remember a few months ago (which seems like a lifetime ago) when I was obsessed with getting a job…I need a job for this, I need a job for that. God held off the job so that I could do some healing and growing. Then I was provided with this awesome job and I kicked into high gear. I don’t know if anyone who reads my blog remembers “Career Deneen” from my banking days. She was not a pretty person. Always working, striving, bringing work home with her. Always looking for ways to advance. Looking looking looking.
On Monday, I looked Career Deneen in the face. Only this time she was striving to get ahead in the dental implant industry. I didn’t realize how much of my life was consumed with work. I forgot that it is not normal to be that consumed with work. OK–let me rephrase that. It is normal in the secular world to be consumed with the 9-5. But, in my world, the world to which I profess to belong, I should be consumed with God and the things of God. Dental implants are fascinating, but they are my tent-making trade. As a matter of fact, anything I do in corporate America is tent-making. My identity is not found in titanium. My identity is found in Christ.
Being so consumed with a “career” has made me lose sight of so many of the blessings of God. You know…like the Fruit of the Spirit? Joy? How about laughter? When is the last time I laughed. A good hearty laugh? Yeah…I can’t remember either.
So, right now I am in the process of asking Jesus to be the Lord of my life…again. Not titanium. Not education. Not church. J-E-S-U-S.