Sorting Colored Paper

So I have a contract gig with a little nonprofit started by an artist where I spend around six hours of week handling their backoffice work...donor letters, database management, homelessness research, etc.

Lately, though, I've been counting glue sticks and sorting colored paper.  While I'm separating the blue paper from the orange paper and organizing them into folders, I talk to God.

First the conversation starts with a sigh.  It goes something like this...

"Sigh...ok, Lord.  So, I know I should be grateful I'm being paid a crazy amount of dollars per hour to sort colored paper.  But...Lord...I'm sorting colored paper!"

It goes on from there, but you get the picture. 

I know I'm learning about gratefulness, humility, servanthood...not to mention patience.  But I am struggling with where I am and where I'm headed these days.  Am I to sort paper for the rest of my life?  I know that's a little over dramatic.  However, I know I'm capable of so much more.  But then I scold myself for being ungrateful and prideful. 

Really couldn't decide whether to entitle this blog "Sorting Colored Paper" or "Running in Circles."

I feel like mentally I run a vicious circle of whining to God and then asking for forgiveness.  I am ready to "move on."

Thank God He is all-knowing and all-loving.  He knows when the timing is right to "move on."  He gently reminds me just how blessed I am to be counting glue sticks...and I picture Him with a real look of hope and anticipation on His face...waiting patiently to see if today, maybe today, when knee-deep in sorting art supplies, I may just rejoice and be glad in it. 

In Matthew at the end of Chapter 6, Jesus says to "stop being perpetually uneasy, anxious and worried about your life...for even the heathen wish for, crave and diligently seek all these things...your Heavenly Father knows you need them all."

In the midst of glue sticks and colored paper, in the span of just a few seconds, I go from being grateful to whining, then feeling guilty to finally hearing God's gentle voice reminding me of what His Son said all those years ago and still holds true for me today.