God is a DJ..

Something pissed me off.
I usually don't get mad. It takes a while for me to get mad. But oh.. this got me mad.
I ran the conversation over in my head during all three lectures. I couldn't get it out of my head and all the thinking all the reruns just kept me angry. What makes them so great that they can say that to me? I wasn't doing anything wrong. They're doing things much worse than me. Hypocrites.

I go into work and look at the list of stuff to do today and sigh. I was in a complain-y mood. I reread number one on my list as I put on a once white now brown lab-coat. I dragged a cart of dirty cages out of the elevator and into the cage washing room. (It's where the cage washer is. It's a big machine that washes cages.) The job of unloading and loading cages is tedious and boring so someone had been nice enough to place a radio off to the corner. As I angrily loaded the cages into the cagewasher, christian music softly played in the background. I soon forgot about what I was angry about and just ended up singing along to the songs. I finished loading and pushed the on button. The cage washer noisily started up covering up the music. Back in my thoughts again, now a little bit calmer. I began to think.

I shouldn't be angry. Ugh. Why do I let anger control me and ruin my whole day? God, help me. I am a hypocrite too. God, please let me forgive them. I probably do hundreds of things worse than them. I'm not better than them. What makes me better than them? God, forgive me.

As I headed back downstairs on the elevator I wished that I had my ipod with me. Recently I got into a habit of listening to this one song on repeat to calm me down, rethink my thoughts, and meditate. Savior, Please by Josh Wilson. I usually bring it with me, but today I was in a rush and I forgot it. I really wished I had the song to listen to.

I continued to do other tasks and it was soon time to go unload the cagewasher. I headed back upstairs to the steam-filled room now quiet enough to hear the music. I started taking the cages out and stacking them up onto the cart I brought them in when I heard a familiar melody coming from the radio. The first 5 seconds of the song had played and I recognized it in an instant and smiled. Smiled in unbelief, in shock, in awe, in gratitude. Savior, Please was playing.

God knows your needs even when you don't ask.