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Still one of my favorite restaurants!

Many years ago, while going through one of the most trying times in my life, I was fortunate enough to work at a McDonald’s restaurant.  Some of you might not consider that fortunate, but for me, it was a training ground for things to come.  I was terrified when I started, but by then I had been working for almost a year at the Baskin Robbins Ice Cream store next door, and would continue working at both for a period of years.  I gained some experience in handling customers at “BR”, the next “happiest place on earth”, and my employers were a wonderful married couple that soon became my good friends.  I always told them that had I had lots of money, I would have worked for free!  I loved working there, and so did my tummy!

Once I obtained the “position” at McD’s I had to learn fast, which was not really the most successful feat.  I prayed every day going into work that God would help me to do my best..some days were good, some not so much, but I knew somehow God was pruning me, teaching, training, and helping me to grow strong, when everything in me wanted to quit and stay home.

Shortly after I started, I was assigned to make fries during the lunch rush.  We served millions of teenagers, or so it seemed, from the local high school everyday, and they ate tons of fries!  It didn’t take long till I was running short of fries, so I turned to one of the manager underlings and asked politely if she would get me another box of them.  Her response floored me!  “Sorry, that’s not part of my job!” as she rushed passed me and headed for the drive through. I was stunned and speechless, but it sure gave me some insite into the kind of people I might be dealing with here.

The best in the industry, in my opinion!

Well, it wasn’t long before the second in command showed her colors, or lack thereof.  I grew to dread coming in to work when I’d see her car parked out front of the restaurant at 5 am.  I was never sure what sort of mood she would be in as it seemed to change from day to day.  Some days I felt she was quite friendly and accepting of me and other days she either ignored or mocked me.  At first I thought it might just be me, and I’d been too sensitive, but there were others who expressed similar experiences, so I guessed I wasn’t too far off base.  Perhaps a little bipolar?? or personal issues that clouded her frame of mind?  In time, she was replaced by other, more emotionally stable assistant managers that made life a little easier.

My own emotions, however, were raw and on edge for a time during the first few years there.  Although I know I was a little sensitive, I tried not to let it show too much.  God was dealing with me about the inner me, making me a little tougher and healing me in places I didn’t even know existed at the time.  But all things considered, McDonald’s was a good place to work and I met some awesome people, some of whom changed my life and perspective on life a little bit.  I learned lots of life lessons, a few skills, and God blessed me during that twelve year period in ways that I don’t think I could ever adequately communicate.

McDonald’s was definitely NOT a place I would have chosen to work had I had marketable skills, but at the time, as a housewife and mother, I’d never done much of anything else.  I was desperate for a second job, to add to the job at Baskin Robbins, because I was about to be forced out on my own after nine years of married life.

Looking back on it, I can truly say that God miraculously provided and kept me in His Hands the entire time.  He gave me strength where there was only weakness, hope where there was none, and courage to face the next day, when all I wanted to do was fold up in a little ball and feel sorry for myself.  Frankly, I didn’t have time to do any of that!!!

If you have ever been, or are now, in a place that was not of your choosing, and it seems to be taking forever to get to the “next level”, let me encourage you to have confidence in God.  As much as I hated McDonald’s at the time, especially when I had to mop the floors and clean the restrooms, cook on the hot grills for hours, help undecided customers or grumpy people, clean up spills and wipe tables, He reminded me that I was to consider it an assignment.  He has given this to you to do for His glory and your good.  It isn’t fun at the time, but you will, I promise, be able to look back on it as a grand learning experience, and something that will make you stronger than you thought possible.

As terrified as I was, as lonely as I was, God was always there to help, encourage, guide, and provide correction when needed.  He was my strength, my hope, my courage and Faithful Friend in the midst of the storm.  If  you find yourself wondering how you got to this place, just trust that God has you there for a purpose.  You may not see how this place could possibly be of any value now, but I can assure you, from someone who has been where you are, The Lord has a plan for you and when the time is right and He’s accomplished His will in your heart, it will all begin to make sense to you.

Two-all-beef-patties-special-sauce-lettuce-cheese-on-a-sesame-seed-bun..not my favorite tho’!

May I also encourage you to cooperate with Him so it will go well with you.  He has your best interest at heart and you will be so glad you willingly joined Him in the journey.  I’m excited to hear of all the miracles and blessings that will be yours as you walk each day with Him.

Would you like some fries with that Big Mac today?

When I was a kid, the only thing I can consciously remember being afraid of was being left alone.  My parents were forced to go away for a few days to tend to all the things that have to be tended to when a parent passes away.  My grandfather on my dad’s side had died and of course, my dad had to be there to help his sister close up the house, etc.  Mom traveled with him to help in whatever way she could as she had gone through this herself several years before.

As a seven or eight year old I was panicked wondering what would happen to me if something were to happen to both of them while they were away.  I was told that my mom’s twin brother had whatever necessary authority to raise me in that event, the thought of which left my blood running cold.  I like my aunt and uncle and cousins well enough, it’s just that they were soooooooo far away in Minnesota, and I was currently in Idaho.  I would have to get used to a new place, meet new friends, new school, and the downside just kept flooding into my thoughts.

I spent the few days they were gone with neighbors whose son and daughter were my best friends.  We had a lot of fun together, but boy oh boy, was I eternally grateful when my parents came home!!  I doubt they ever knew the fear I had felt, but it all dissipated once I saw their faces!  Up until that time I don’t think I’d ever been so glad to see anyone in my life.

In the many years that have followed, I’ve had several other occasions to have fear, as I’m sure you all have as well.  Sometimes, especially when I was in the midst of my family breaking up, the fear was so intense at times I could do nothing but roll up into a ball, the fetal position I think they call it, and cry and wait until the wave of fear subsided.  Other times, fear for my children or grandchildren would evoke those same types of feelings, but not quite as intense.  Fear of physical harm, fear of being alone, fear of rejection, fear, fear, fear.

Sometimes fear seems to come in “like a flood” or a dust storm!

We’ve all felt it in one way or another, but the one thing I’ve been constantly  reminded of since receiving Jesus as my personal savior and Lord of my life is that God has not given me the spirit of fear, but of power and love and a sound mind!  (found in 2 Timothy 1:7) 

Ok, then, where does fear come from, and how can you get over it?  Well, someone years ago came up with an acrostic for fear:  False Evidence Appears Real.  So often this is absolutely a truthful saying.  The enemy of our soul has a way of throwing situations, or the possibility of certain situations, into our lives that may never happen or most likely will never happen and then he lies to us about them making us think they are a “done deal”.  Our response, all too often, is to panic as if this situation is real and we go off the deep end.  Our confidence in God is shot all to pieces because we start blaming Him as if He let it happen, when in fact, nothing has happened at all.  It’s just all in our minds where the enemy has a field day lying to his heart’s content!

Once again, I refer back to the divorce I went through many years ago.  I was in effect forced out on my own because the children were going to stay with their dad partly because I was going to have to work two or three jobs to survive and had no time left to take care of them, nor did I drive or have a car to get them back and forth to the Christian school where they were enrolled.  Even though God had given me Scriptures to reassure me, I was still in panic mode as I had no skills to sell myself into the business world I thought, and my future seemed doomed for failure.  The enemy had a “field day” in my brain for awhile, to be sure!

However, as I lived each day and relied, trusted and leaned on Him one day at a time (more like one minute at a time!!!!), things slowly fell into place and none of the lies I’d been hearing in my head and believing would happen came to pass.  As I spent time in the Word of God, listened to Christian TV, tapes, and Christian music to encourage my soul, I gained more strength, more insight, more knowledge, and pretty soon, fear began to lose its grip.

I cannot say that I am fearless in every area of my life, but now I know that fear doesn’t come from God.  So, when I do find myself in fear, I know that I need to get closer to Him and stop listening to the one who is spewing the lies, and start listening to the postive, uplifting voice of the Spirit of God through His Word.

At the name of Jesus, fear must go!

I am certainly aware that some fears are rooted in things from our past as a child or in the womb or perhaps even far back into our ancestry that have been passed down to us, however, even those things are able to be loosed from us if we are willing to give them to the One who can bring healing and restoration.

If you have experienced or are experiencing that debilitating, gut wrenching fear that many of us have known, may I encourage you to stop listening to and then repeating the enemy’s lies out of your own mouth.  Turn to the life giving Word of God instead.  You will literally feel a difference in your soul and your heart will be encouraged.  What have you got to lose??  Fear!

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