Pray or Worry

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So today was a bad day. Actually, yesterday was too. Back in December my engine locked up on my truck, my only source of transportation, I was devastated. Fast forward to April and $1400.00 later and I got my car a little over a week ago. I was ECSTATIC! Beyond! My faithful, God fearing mechanic had replaced my engine and got me back on the road! For all of about a week I have rushed to get dressed and get all my things together on time ready to tackle this sunny Wednesday. I hop in, get my highway song ready to play and start the car. It cranks up good, I’m ready. Put the car in drive and it won’t move.

Um, ok?

I just got my him back. Yes my car is a boy. Anywho, why we not moving? So I calm down and call my mechanic. He’s like uh oh. Which makes me feel even worse. Anytime the mechanic ‘Uh oh’s there’s need to be worried. Long story short, my transmission has gone out. I cried. And cried. And cried. Every time I thought about it I cried. I called off work and did my best to just disappear. Why me?! Then today comes, I’m trying to maneuver through the day and it is just not working out in my best interest. I’m snappy, attitudinal and just really not interested in human interaction.

Of course, Baby catches the rawest end of my wrath and I have to calm my nerve and go apologize. Which I hated, but when you’re wrong you’re wrong and you have to be woman enough to admit, especially to those you love. He said some things I took to heart and I let them sit over night because I knew my emotions were high, I didn’t want to react immediately. But they still bothered me and all my anger just came rushing toward him once I was triggered. I found myself crying through out the day. But what made me feel better was my co workers. They saw me not smiling and cheery like usual and that sent them instant red flags.

I cried on one of my good friends shoulder and she consoled me. Then I got a random message from a previous team mate, who I’m also cool with that had been in my position before. The message read “I just want to let you know that whatever it is, it’s going to be ok.” And it was like instantly, I felt better. I don’t know if it was her recognizing that I wasn’t myself and caring enough to reach out or my realizing that I wasn’t the only person that had gone through a tough time. I was feeling like I had taken 2 steps forward and 5 steps back, but they made it all better. Shortly after my wheels began to turn and I started to talk to God as I planned out my execution to stack my chips and get me a new, reliable car. I prayed and I prayed and I’ll pray again tonight.

I’m telling you all this so that you understand that tough times don’t last, tough people do. Things get difficult and you may get weary in the process. That is perfectly ok. God does not expect us to be inevidently strong. He just asked that we give Him our battles and worry not. I’ve never been one to move on faith until I moved to Georgia. I always believed God was watching over me, I just didn’t understand the capacity of how much. Life will throw you so many curve balls to teach you lessons you didn’t realize you needed. But you must pray and give them all to God. My partner got on my LAST nerve today, but he also waited 2.5 hours in the car for me to get off so we could come home. I appreciate him for that. This would be a lot harder without him. I thank God for giving me such a man, that even in my worst moments, he’s there. I’ve been looking at cars and plotting on my next dollar. Lets see what I pull off the lot.

My Nana always tells me “If you gone pray don’t worry, if you gone worry don’t pray. God gets offended”

With Love,

Storie Stone

The Storie Will Be Televised

B R I L L I A N T. Successful Project Product. Proud Black Sheep and all around Thoroughbred. 26. Planted in Chicago,IL | Blossomed in Atlanta, GA

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