This holiday weekend, we have a metric ton to be thankful for. Most mornings I find myself in the shop, before the hustle and bustle begins, praising God for the number of orders going out and those staged and ready to go out. Even on a two-and-a-half-day week, the number of times a stainless-steel whatever dropped out of the sky leaves me speechless.
Last month we took a nice project with 100+ valves on it. We aggressively sourced it, priced it and delivered it under budget and with time to spare. There were several bidders on the job and one of our competitors was not happy with the result. After a brutal trash talk session in front of several friends and clients, we were alerted of the offense. I wish I could say my first reaction was Christlike, but It was not. Another reminder of just how close the old Trey resides under the surface was born and the better half of my day was spent reflecting and apologizing.
I think about how many times Jesus was spit on, mocked and ridiculed. How many times people questioned Him and talked behind His back. He endured torture, betrayal and neglect……for me. And to this day, for a reason I will most likely never understand, He continues to look for this lost sheep again and again and again.
Praise the Prince of Peace for yesterday’s reprieve and for the undeserved truth that the pursuit continues for my lost soul.