Praise God for a clean exit from one gracious 7-day run and into the midnight hours before another. Since the beginning of War Horse, I have found it necessary, every business week, to walk through the office and warehouse, at closing time, giving Jehovah Jireh praise for what has shipped, what is staged and what will soon be released. I literally stand in awe of how faithful He has been, and completely paralyzed by the fact that His deliverance of the milk and honey is as unorthodox as they come, yet so pointed in the when and the why. He has always been and remains the good, good Father.
A couple of weeks ago, I had to let an employee go. They were not toxic, and they were not lazy. The individual was eager to learn and capable of being a good salesman. His only downfall was time as the clock ticks a little faster when you don’t have deep pockets to keep the train on the tracks if business in a territory tapers off. Letting someone go is not easy and arguably the hardest part of owning a business. He pleaded with me for more time, but his sales just weren’t there and as hard as it was for me to do it, I had to tell him no.
Trusting the Lord and the path that He is leading, is not easy and not always lined with quail and manna. Contemplating scripture and Jesus’ words to me regarding the giving of good gifts, I’m coming into a new understanding that it pains His heart as well when I ask for something, and He has to tell me no. The reason is usually deeper than I’m willing to dive. It may be for wisdom, and it may be for growth, and yet it still may be for something I will never experience in this lifetime. But I find peace in knowing my God is big, omnipotent and infinite. Great enough to tell the sun where to sit between the right ascension and the declination and yet personal enough to remind me the refinement is radical and purposeful. Great enough to raise the dead to life and yet personal enough to walk with me in the valley. Like the piles of discomfort that have come and gone over the past five years, there is another personal reminder that the throne remains occupied, and a whisper from my good Daddy that this too shall pass.