Work Blessings

I'll be honest here.  I don't like to work.  I don't mind housework and cooking and mothering (although all tend to try my patience at times) but I really don't like to work - by "work" here I am referring to my job writing and editing for the family business -  (mostly because I'm just not called to this type of work - some people are; I'm not).  But I am called to do it, for my family, for this time, for how ever long my work is needed.  I'm okay with it, except for those times when I think I can't juggle it all anymore, which are fortunately not as common these days as they were even a year ago.  But I work with deadlines, which I have no malice toward, although as I am getting older I realize that a month nowadays is SO much shorter than it used to be before I had kids.  Or even one, or two, or three kids.  Time is just flying by now.  But that's not supposed to be a part of this post.

This post is to note that my work does bless me at times.  Of course, it blesses us all in that I am capable of doing it and that it helps the business and our family.  But I occasionally have some special blessings that remind me that my small sacrifice can be a blessing to others, and a joy to me as well.

I work with some of the most amazing people in the world.  Everyone that I work with is a faithful Christian with whom I can share my values.  There are no second thoughts about emailing a heartfelt "Merry Christmas" or "I'll pray for you."  I don't have to hide that I work from home and that, if you call me, odds are good that there will be background noise :-).  Those I work with know me and don't mind if I goof up on things every once in awhile and some of them love me and STILL love me in spite of those errors.

I sometimes get sweet emails from people for whom I have written feature articles.  This past month, I got an email from someone who asked if I ever edited books, as her she and her husband enjoyed the article I wrote regarding his new book, and wanted to keep me in mind for when he was ready to publish some of his other in-the-works books.  How crazy is that?!  It was a compliment that I am writing here so that I can look back on my younger years and remember that I was a mom and a writer.

I also have hilarious strings of emails with one coworker in particular.  She and I work closely together and we both just "get" each other.  Although we only know each other through work, I know that I can count on her if I were ever in a bind.

And those are just a few reasons why, although I don't like my job, I do actually, sometimes, sort of, kind of like it.