The Shoe Police Established

The wicked watcheth the righteous, and seeketh to slay him. Psalms 37:32   

I guess the shoe police decided not to talk to me again.  She grunts like I am not worthy of actual words. But it was worse because she was undermining my ability to do my job by not letting me know that my boss was going to be traveling next week and I had to scramble to reschedule all my bosses meetings. In her attempt to systematically destroy me – she was actually hurting my boss and the whole thing came to a head on Friday. 

But my Father was one step ahead of her and He opened up a new position in another department in just the nick of time. What she meant for evil – He meant for good and I may actually get a raise out of the deal. But it establishes the fact that He wants me to be here – to accomplish His purposes, whatever they may be. 

I have a lot of friends here and people are upset with the way she tried to sabotage me. I am glad that I will not have to come back here to this office every day and see her smugness at having forced me out. So I have taken care of all my loose ends and then I will take a couple days off to clear my head and be fresh to start my new job on Thursday.

Pray for me.

Lots of Love

Linda

The Shoe Police

Because he is a tool, and because this is what he does, Satan convinced the girl that works in my office with me that she should hate me without a cause. Well, I guess she thought she had a cause.

My tennis shoes were royally pissing her off. 

She made up some other reasons to hate me too, reasons which were not true. But the shoe thing was the only accusation she had that she could really prove. 

I’ve never been a shoe person. I know, I know, a lot of women LOVE shoes but I’ve always been happy in a pair of good Nikes. I was told that I need to up the professionalism in the shoe department which was ok in the long run because I was able to go out and buy some very cute shoes. 

If it wasn’t for my one boss taking a stand for me, I may not have had a job. They had to tell the girl (like you would a 7^th grader) that she had to start talking to me. She had only spoken 10 words to me since Christmas and was starting to not talk to me about work situations as well. Now she is grudgingly talking to me again. 

There was a moment when the situation was still unresolved that I almost wanted to lose my job. I began to think about what furniture I would take back to Oregon and what furniture I would sell or give to Goodwill. My mom is sick and my best friend in Oregon is 74 and not well and I wanted an excuse to go home. But this situation proved to me yet again, that it is the Lord’s will for me to be here. This particular girl has been able to get away with running off several other girls from my position so I count it as a miracle that I still had a job when all was said and done. 

So for some reason that I still don’t know this is still where the Lord wants me to be. 

Still waiting with Lots of Love!

Linda