Saburday Noon Musings

One of the more interesting things about my job is meeting people with fascinating life stories. We were allowed an interview with one of the more reclusive bigwig types of the high and mighty and I was truly astounded for the opportunity.

There she was, an old lady turning 86 who has accomplished so many things and yet still has so much to live for. She still goes to the office to check on everything, walks in heels and finds it uncomfortable to parade in flats. She talks animatedly, with a sparkle in her eyes recalling all the wonderful moments of her life.

I look at her and listen to her stories intently and wonder how can she still be so full of life at her age while I am slowly dying away at mine.

All Friday was spent at work taping here, flying all the way down south for another event, and furnishing editing requirements until 4am. My first meal was at midnight, a measly burger and fries inside a cab because I had to rush back to the office from the event. If it isn't bad enough, the dubbing materials were awful, I didn't have an editing bay to use, the computer wouldn't save my files, my usb was missing, and my eyes were dropping involuntarily.

As if nothing is going right in my life, I tried to patiently breathe it all in and let God teach me a lesson. Then on my morning devotion (which hasn't been so much of a devotion lately) I read about how children of God minister to others without their intending to or as a side-result of what they're really up to.

Then I was asked, 'why do I do what I do? Whose life am I affecting?'

I considered my producers who depended on me to make sure all the aspects in their stories were covered. I thought about our hosts who had to read the researches we submitted so they, too can respond to it. I remembered the news security personnel who continuously asked me to go home already and rest. Then I looked back on the old lady with so much life and regarded how she loved God so much that whatever she did would be for His glory.

Are the things I am doing or the quality of my work worthy of a great God from Whom my talents came? I just tear up evaluating the answer and know that I fall short every single time. Yet God remains faithful and continues to affirm that I am where I am because He put me there. I just hope and pray that when people see me, they see the Master I serve.