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So, the message lately is: Don't go backwards.
On Wednesday, I just had a funny feeling something was going on with my job. I couldn't put my finger on it, but it was like I was going to be re-assigned. Just a funny feeling, and Wednesday, nothing came of it.
Thursday morning, I found something in my coat pocket, a wire clamp that is used in a fuel tank. I haven't used one of those since I worked in the section that does fuel tank maintenance. I took it back to work with me and put it away. I have no idea how it got in my coat pocket. It didn't belong there.
Later on, I spoke to the guy in charge of our training and told him I got an e-mail about some training that was coming due I needed. He went to look in the computer, but couldn't pull up my records because, somehow or other, I had been re-assigned to a different supervisor, who is in charge of fuel tank maintenance.
Yesterday, the error was corrected, but nobody can explain how it happened in the first place.
I had to tell you that to tell you this, which may or may not mean anything.
When I was a teenager, a bunch of us used to hang out, and one guy that came into our group was dating a girl named Davina. It's a very uncommon name. When they broke up, she and I dated a couple of times. One night, when I dropped her off, she grabbed me and kissed me. Our first, and last kiss. There was just something way wrong.......and it's the only way I can explain that......and the look of terror on her face probably matched the look on mine. She ran into the house.
I ran into the car.
We never spoke another word to each other.
I have experienced that same feeling only one other time, and it was the night Tami Jo grabbed me and kissed me when her divorce became final. We both thought things were finally gonna work out between us, and when I came home that night and she grabbed me and kissed me, I had that same feeling that something was just WRONG, and you know how that worked out.
On Thursday, Facebook thought I needed to see a post from someone named Davina. Then it thought I needed to see a post from Cody/Yellowstone Country. And then the D&RGW (railroad) page thought I needed to see pictures from the railroad history museum (must've missed that one!) in Gunnison. In rapid succession.
Which is where Tami lived when I first met her. She is from, and currently resides in Cody, Wyoming.
A thing I saw on Facebook came to mind. A couple of days earlier, I'd seen a post that said something about how when we're waiting, we don't know what God is saving us from, and it kinda stuck out in my mind.
Because I'm reminded of New Year's Eve of 2015 when I almost asked someone out. Almost. But God in His ways, not only blocked me from doing that, sent a reminder that it's not my path, and promptly moved her out of my every day path.
I saw her last night and we exchanged pleasantries, but I'm still of the opinion that it's not where God is leading me, and I'm not one bit interested in trading best for good. Not one bit interested. And I'm also reminded of something else I saw which kind of really grabbed ahold of me.
It was almost like a warning about going backwards: It said if I did, I would wind up right back where I'm at and it would take me longer than it has to get back to where I am.
I am already here and well aware of the journey to here. I'm in no mood to repeat it. I told God "I'm already here. I don't need to get to here again." I mean that.
This last few days seems to be a reminder of the things God saved me from. I needed it, because it's what I got. And I'm so very thankful for the reminder.
Well, that's what I have for a Saturday. Thinking about digging myself out and going to work, but we'll see.
On Wednesday, I just had a funny feeling something was going on with my job. I couldn't put my finger on it, but it was like I was going to be re-assigned. Just a funny feeling, and Wednesday, nothing came of it.
Thursday morning, I found something in my coat pocket, a wire clamp that is used in a fuel tank. I haven't used one of those since I worked in the section that does fuel tank maintenance. I took it back to work with me and put it away. I have no idea how it got in my coat pocket. It didn't belong there.
Later on, I spoke to the guy in charge of our training and told him I got an e-mail about some training that was coming due I needed. He went to look in the computer, but couldn't pull up my records because, somehow or other, I had been re-assigned to a different supervisor, who is in charge of fuel tank maintenance.
Yesterday, the error was corrected, but nobody can explain how it happened in the first place.
I had to tell you that to tell you this, which may or may not mean anything.
When I was a teenager, a bunch of us used to hang out, and one guy that came into our group was dating a girl named Davina. It's a very uncommon name. When they broke up, she and I dated a couple of times. One night, when I dropped her off, she grabbed me and kissed me. Our first, and last kiss. There was just something way wrong.......and it's the only way I can explain that......and the look of terror on her face probably matched the look on mine. She ran into the house.
I ran into the car.
We never spoke another word to each other.
I have experienced that same feeling only one other time, and it was the night Tami Jo grabbed me and kissed me when her divorce became final. We both thought things were finally gonna work out between us, and when I came home that night and she grabbed me and kissed me, I had that same feeling that something was just WRONG, and you know how that worked out.
On Thursday, Facebook thought I needed to see a post from someone named Davina. Then it thought I needed to see a post from Cody/Yellowstone Country. And then the D&RGW (railroad) page thought I needed to see pictures from the railroad history museum (must've missed that one!) in Gunnison. In rapid succession.
Which is where Tami lived when I first met her. She is from, and currently resides in Cody, Wyoming.
A thing I saw on Facebook came to mind. A couple of days earlier, I'd seen a post that said something about how when we're waiting, we don't know what God is saving us from, and it kinda stuck out in my mind.
Because I'm reminded of New Year's Eve of 2015 when I almost asked someone out. Almost. But God in His ways, not only blocked me from doing that, sent a reminder that it's not my path, and promptly moved her out of my every day path.
I saw her last night and we exchanged pleasantries, but I'm still of the opinion that it's not where God is leading me, and I'm not one bit interested in trading best for good. Not one bit interested. And I'm also reminded of something else I saw which kind of really grabbed ahold of me.
It was almost like a warning about going backwards: It said if I did, I would wind up right back where I'm at and it would take me longer than it has to get back to where I am.
I am already here and well aware of the journey to here. I'm in no mood to repeat it. I told God "I'm already here. I don't need to get to here again." I mean that.
This last few days seems to be a reminder of the things God saved me from. I needed it, because it's what I got. And I'm so very thankful for the reminder.
Well, that's what I have for a Saturday. Thinking about digging myself out and going to work, but we'll see.
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