Ever felt like your back was up against the wall? This week, I’d like to share a time with you when I just had to let go and give it to God.
My feet dangled off the examination table. My heart pounded rapidly as I anticipated the results. What’s going on with my body?
My doctor knocked on the door and entered.
“Well, Rebecca the reason why you are finding clumps of hair in your brush is because you have Alopecia. It’s a type of hair loss which in your case is caused by stress. Also, the erratic breathing episode you experienced is an anxiety attack.”
“I wish there was more I could do to help. Get some rest and enjoy the rest of your day.”
“Me too. Thank you.”
Dazed, I reflected on my high tech management career. The past six months had been extremely challenging. I never expected my job to cause hair loss or anxiety.
In my fifteenth year at an inspection equipment manufacturer, I was assigned to a new director who was still worked an average of 60-80 per week at the age of 55. Upon his arrival, he moved his management team right next to his office. Now, a mere three feet separated my office from his.
Several times each day he would drop in unannounced requesting updates or reports which added to my already hectic schedule.
“Is the Cycle Time Reduction Report done?”
“It’ll be finished by close of business today, as promised.”
Once Randy and I started our family and moved to the outskirts of Silicon Valley, I reduced my weekly hours from 60 to 45 due to the van pool I joined. It left my work at 5:00pm on the dot. If I missed it, I didn’t have a ride home. When it came time to leave, my director often followed me out to the van giving me further tasks to do that were often due the next morning.
“Rebecca, I purchased a laptop for you. It will allow you to generate necessary reports on your way to and from work. In fact, your ISO 9000 audit results are due by noon tomorrow.”
“I’ll give it my best shot.”
That night, after we tucked our children into bed, Randy asked, “Hon, do you want to watch a movie?”
“Sorry, Love, my boss wants this report done ASAP. Can I take a rain check?”
The following Sunday, my director called my pager.
“Rebecca, I am here at the office, and wanted to confirm the system will ship on schedule tomorrow.”
“Yes, I have my team working overtime this weekend. It’ll ship on time. I need to go, because our church service is starting.”
On the ride home, I shared with husband my work concerns.
“I feel like David battling Goliath.”
He grabbed my hand. “Lately, I’ve been finding your hair on our bathroom floor. I want you to see your doctor right away.”
When we arrived home, I scheduled a physical. That’s how my exam came about.
Two days later, I picked-up my daughter from AWANAS, a Christian play group. She told me all about her study of David and Goliath. She even handed me a completed color book picture.
The next day, I hung her drawing on my office wall as a reminder the battle is His.
The following Sunday, I picked–up my son from his Bible study class.
“Mom, guess what we studied today? David and Goliath.”
Coincidence? I think not.
On our way home, my director paged me again.
“Rebecca, I know you are at church, but I need you to help the materials team count our inventory today.”
After the service ended, I drove straight to work with my children in tow. They played for a few hours in my office while I verified parts.
The next Sunday, our pastor’s sermon was on, you guessed it, David and Goliath.
Okay, Lord I see a pattern here.
That night, I knelt down and prayed “God, please help me. I can’t work like this anymore.” From that point on, I believed the Lord would either change my circumstances or give me the grace to go through it.
A couple weeks later, after an uninterrupted weekend, our vice-president of operations informed us that the new director was no longer with our group. “Praise God! He slayed my Goliath.”
…For the battle is the Lord’s… (1 Samuel 17:47)
Have you experienced an interruption to your family life you had to surrender to the Lord? If so, please share with us.