Yesterday morning, Sunday, I looked at myself in the mirror as a shaved for the seventh day in a row. I knew that it would be another week before I got a day off. And I wasn’t exactly motivated to go to work. I’m the only one who goes into the office on weekends – I’d have nobody else there to encourage me.
I’ve been working on a new machine tool design for about 3 1/2 years. The first one is being installed at a customer’s location today. I should have felt a sense of relief – except there was a problem I hadn’t been able to solve. One major problem that makes the machine useless. And it’s all on me.
And that wasn’t my only reason for being discouraged. There were lots of others – but this is no place to air anybody else’s dirty laundry.
I even wondered, seriously, if Walmart was hiring. I had been joking about it with my office mates for two weeks.
“Welcome to Walmart!” Yeah, I could do that job.
But it was my responsibility to go into work and pull off a last-second miracle that would save the jobs of twenty people. And I wasn’t motivated. I can’t do this. I’m completely discouraged.
Me, me, me.
Yes, I have a ton of excuses to lack motivation. I “feel like” I have every reason to give up. But do I have the right to do so?
For consider him that endured such contradiction of sinners against himself, lest ye be wearied and faint in your minds.
No! I don’t have any right to feel discouraged. My problems are nothing compared to what Jesus Christ went through (for me!). So, what to do?
First, I reminded God of what His Word says (just in case He forgot):
And whatsoever ye do, do it heartily, as to the Lord, and not unto men;
I told Him that I would do my best to do what His Word said – but that I was holding Him responsible to motivate me. I even quoted Him a verse to prove that He had to do so:
For it is God which worketh in you both to will and to do of his good pleasure.
And you know what? It worked – I mean, He worked in me. I determined to do His Word and thanked Him for working in me to give me the will to continue.
So I went into work on Sunday, had a brainstorm and wrote some code. I did the drudge work of testing and debugging, and the problem was solved.
When I emailed the results to my boss he thanked me profusely. But I know who really deserves the credit. Because I wasn’t working alone.