BrandonM.B’s BodyBlog

What a weekend!!! Where do I start?

Lately, I was feeling depressed, worn out…sleeping every available second, barely managing to study and train in addition to work. And I only got back to studying after Carla got on me big sister style,lol..thank you Carla:) But, all in all, just feeling stressed out and unhappy, What was going on with me??? I got everything I wanted.

Yea, it’s been hard at work, my co-workers have some FILTHY mouths, and it can be irritating…in addition to the intensive labor and smelling like a sewer after being covered in shrimp guts and a assorted conglomeration of wasted food stuffs. Everything started out OK at work, I quickly learned all the details of my job, and I’ve know most of my co-workers for years; they all gave me over-whelming referrals, which I am grateful for(I try and take their language w/ a grain of salt). I think about when it started turning sour…

There is a beautiful girl at work, and I think I might like her! But, alas no time for that…still….OK here’s how that started. My first day, I’m hustling and bustling, carrying the dishes, and EVERY time I pass by her, she keeps touching me! Not in a inappropiate spot, but she puts a hand on my back, and even around my arm…and I’m feeling a bit guilty, cause I’m liking this attention. Oy vey!

The next time we work together I keep hearing this little voice inside saying ,"Why won’t he talk to me?"  I ignore it a wishful thinking, but later,"It’s not like we’re busy, why won’t he talk to me?"  So I bite…sometimes the Holy Spirit is trying to tell us something…So I walk up to her. She is sorting silverware with her lovely face in intensive concentration, her eyes  glowing blue fire. "Hi, I don’t think I’ve caught your name yet." "I’m Katie, she replies, her autumn mood shifting to summer, Hey, didn’t you play in Kyle’s band? What did you play?" ‘Bass"..and so we chat for a bit, and when I get back to my station, I hear that little voice,"Yeah!!! He FINALLY talked to me, about time:)"  She seemed to exude happiness, and so was I, as tip-toed upon clouds back to the sink…this is when evrything turned into a festering pile of shrimp guts and half-eaten buffalo wings!

I think I made someone mad. I’ll give you a clu; he’s mean, he’s evil, he hates everybody, most especially God. The profanity at work multiplyed, my dishwashing machine would malfunction for no reason, I started thinking that I was un-loved, that I had no friends…I wasn’t making any progress in training, that God had forsaken me because of my sins..on and on and on…I would barely be able to get to church, and when I would sing I would just start crying…He was ruining everything; how could I not see what was happening?  I was so tired and worn-out, I could barely pray. Then came the last straw.

I went to work Saturday with my friend. My ‘friend’ was kinda insulting pastors and men of God..Oh well, I was used to turning the other cheek lately. Though by this point all four were brusied and whipped raw! I was going in and I went into the bathroom needing some serious spiritual encouragment and prayer.  So for the first time in a while, I recite the Shema, the Great commandment, in Hebrew(Hear O’ Israel, Jehova our God is one Jehova, and his name is Jesus. And you shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your soul, and with all your might) I say a prayer, a "Lord, I am at the very end of me patience and endurance, give me courage, give me strength," kinda prayer. Right away, I am swamped..and I start snapping at bussers for not cleaning off their plates, kitchen workers start cheering me on, what was happening!?? Then the moment of truth. I am putting away some plates, and I feel a force slap my hand into a metal shelf…plates go flying….CRASHH!!! No one had touched me!? It finally occured to me what was going on, and I had had just ENOUGH of fallen angels and their impish little ways. Everythime I was about to explode, I shouted LOUD, "PRAISE YOU LORD JESUS!" "THANK YOU FOR EVERY MOMENT OF LIFE!!!" People must of thought I was an escaped mental patient, but I didn’t care anymore…"PRAISE YOU ALL MIGHTY YESHUA!!!" "THANK YOU FOR THIS JOB, FOR ALL THIS HARD WORK!!!"  Then it came out…"I COMMAND YOU SATAN IN THE NAME OF THE ALMIGHTY JEHOVA YESHUA HAMASEACH TO BE GONE FROM THIS PLACE, BE BOUND TO THE GATES OF HELL, GO IN JESUS’ NAME!!!" Or something to that effect. Then something happened, the profanity decreased by about 80%, people were in a much better mood the rest of the night…Praise the Lord!:)

So, about the feast. Well, I came in today after church and made me a meal of huge chicken strips. A little while later, a chef named Cody asks, "Hey bro you hungry?" "Well, I repled, I already have food, but yea sure, why not?" "What do ya want bro, hey, how about some pasta? You like green peppers, mushrooms, how about some cheese?" Yes, yes and yes! He was so eager to make me pasta…A little while later comes this massive bowl of chicken pasta with the works…it was slow today, so there I was with about five pounds of food,lol…just having a feast during my shift!!! I could use the extra cals, honestly…then that night, something incredible happened. I hear this usually foul mouthed chef sing "I’m hungry for you Jesus!!!" at the top of his lungs! Did I hear that right??? He was walking around smiling, he’s usually a nice guy despite his language, but this was no regular smile, this was 1000 watts of smile… Huh!?  Then I over-heard him say, "I feel like I’m drunk right now." I know that when people get touched by the holy spirit, they (a) praise God  (b)are unusually cheery  (c)feel drunk. Did the Holy spirit jump on this guy? I pray so…

What a weekend!!! Praise the Lord Jesus!

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