MAY 20 "DOWN IN THE VALLEY I WAS"

 He sat there twiddling his thumbs, watching the clock tick by, acting as if he was busy, being on commission of course meant being busy [or not] , another day of no business,

No new loans originated, finally the clock hit 4pm, no money made that day, he was actually anxious to go off to his second job, at a pizza parlor, where he found himself: taking orders, stocking the salad bar, busing and serving tables and later on, scrubbing the toilets while being yelled at by the boss's daughter who was 23, considering his 43rd birthday had just passed, it was a hard pill to swallow.
He remembered when he was an Escrow Officer with his own personal assistant and he was the one barking the orders. He remembered how he once was a Pastor with a flourishing congregation, good job, dignity, preaching in conferences…, how did he ever get to fall so low? Is a question he often asked himself….
That’s when the boyz from his old church walked in. Surely they had heard years before about how he had gone out to be some great missionary, "ha, guess it didn’t work out for him, did it!” and now here he was re-filling the salad bar and yes…serving them.
They snickered and whispered as he left the table, quite enjoying having him as their waiter, with the cute apron and goofy cap that was protocol to wear.
“Hey, can I get a refill”, yelled one….”
“When’s our pizza gonna be ready”, yelled another…
They could not leave soon enough! Finally they left, laughing as they walked out.
They were gone, it was time to clean, “don’t forget to scrub the toilets and mop” and put your cap back on. I’m leaving early”, yelled the boss’s daughter.
11pm finally came, it had been a long day, once again!
Time to clean the toilets. As he was there scrubbing the toilets he just thought, my good days are gone. For some reason, beyond his understanding this was his new life:
2 jobs, long days from 8 am to midnight, broke & loss of dignity.
This would be his new norm. This would be the valley he lived in.
That was my life, from 2012-2013. The enemy would whisper, “You’d better get used to this”
But now I know why Joseph named his firstborn son Manasseh.
“I have named my first born Manasseh, it is because God has made me forget all my trouble…”
The enemy whispers, “This is where you will stay”
God says, “Don’t listen to him, I’m bringing you Manasseh!”


Richard P Swift 

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