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Lining up for a dream.

March 13, 20132 Comments


They are lined up. Waiting. For the past few months, there hasn’t been a day that has gone by without someone asking me for a job. They call, show up at the office, stop by the shop, knock on my front door. They ask. Beg. In any way they can…trying to make their story more dire than the next. The women’s center, the mental hospital, Street Youth, they all need work. In my dreams, I don’t say no. In my dreams, this need doesn’t exist. There is a thrill in the fight though. Helping to empower people with daily purpose, dignity, sustenance for their families, community and relationships. Work is redemptive, and I’m so blessed that I have work. I not only HAVE work, I get to GIVE work. It gives me a high. But I’m in over my head. Most days I have no clue what I am doing. Its ok. I think it’s how we’re supposed to feel. Horribly inadequate at the task at hand. I love this quote I read this morning from David Brainerd, a Jesus freak from the 1700′s, “God, let me make a difference for You that is utterly disproportionate to who I am.” It reminds me of the prayer I pray over my boys at night, “God, please help these boys turn out better than I could ever make them.” Pray the prayer with me. Let’s be utterly disproportionate people. Let’s create things BIGGER than us. Oh, and while you’re at it… Buy some clutches. Help us find some outlets. Connect us with designers, stores, buyers. Help us figure this thing out. Its not rocket science, its doable. They are lined up. Mel Murray

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March 19, 2013

I love that prayer. Great post.


March 21, 2013

That is a beautiful and expectant prayer! Love it! Thank you for sharing ;)

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