Confession #2 - That's MY Pew

Hey, that's my spot, now move! Actually, it's not. It's not my spot at all.

I recently found myself aggravated and moved from my comfort zone (aka my pew in church). I LET it hinder my worship, I literally sulked over this. It bothered me to see someone sitting in the place where I normally sit - like they did it on purpose...like they just KNEW that is my "normal" spot to sit. I've always lived by the idea that "who cares who sits there, it's not my seat."  I think I have attached more ownership to it than I care to admit and that's scary! This is just a dumb thing to get all harebrained and worked up over!  For whatever reason, sometimes God has to "move" us out of our comfort zone so we can see Him or hear from Him. Had I been all comfy in my pew, I may not have been in tune with Him that morning. During this time that He had me moved from one place to another (same pew, but down about 8 seats - - arghhh!!!) He spoke to me. He actually answered a question I've been having, a question I've brought to Him in prayer with regards to a job and what direction to take. He basically told me "massage is not the profession you are led to, it's only for part time" WOW! Really? Okay, so now what?  Then I asked Him, "then why did you allow me excel and succeed at it, IF I'm not supposed to do this?"  I am still waiting on the other part of this answer to prayer, but for now, He has at least given me direction from the avenue of massage, by "partly" answering my request. Sometimes it's nice to be moved.  

True story! 

P.S. - I shall purposefully start looking for a different spot to sit each Sunday... I think.