Love Does 4

Monday, May 4
Chapter 4: The Reach
(pg 25)

Quote of the Day:

“I found another job eventually, and eventually I lost that one too. But I lost it because I chose to that time, not because I was fired. Finding things and losing things is what the Bible is all about. God even seemed to encourage it. He talked about losing your job, or even your life, if you want to find it. He talked about losing your status to find real power. He shows that Jesus comes looking for us because people, like sheep, have a knack for getting lost. And when He finds us, we usually aren’t dressed in a tux.” – Love Does by Bob Goff, pgs. 29-30

Scripture Reference:

Matthew 16:24-27  “24 Then Jesus said to his disciples, “Whoever wants to be my disciple must deny themselves and take up their cross and follow me. 25 For whoever wants to save their life will lose it, but whoever loses their life for me will find it. 26 What good will it be for someone to gain the whole world, yet forfeit their soul? Or what can anyone give in exchange for their soul? 27 For the Son of Man is going to come in his Father’s glory with his angels, and then he will reward each person according to what they have done.”

Putting Love into Action:

Let’s fail…on purpose. Bob shared about how he learned from his failures and how God finds us in our failures and our successes. Most of us steer clear of failure or struggle. But, what if we put ourselves in situations where we may very likely fail – aka take a risk – and see what we learn about receiving God’s love?

Think of something you’re not very good at or that is a challenge – and do it this week!

Question/Discussion (from the Love Does Small Group Study Guide):

What was your first job, and do you have good memories or bad memories of the experience?

Post your comments below for today’s question/discussion. I can’t wait to hear your answers!

~Starr

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11 thoughts on “Love Does 4

  1. My first job was working for a lady in our church that had an ice cream truck. The summer after my 9th grade year, she hired me to ride along with her in the truck. We’d go from neighborhood to neighborhood and daycare to daycare and ball field to ball field with ice cream and milk shakes. I could make one MEAN peanut butter milk shake, ya’ll. The most hilarious memory I have with Pinky and the ice cream truck is how we would go from one stop to the other and she would seriously not even give me time to pack up between stops. I think she secretly sat in the driver seat, took curves super fast and watched me in the rear view mirror to see how I was holding up!! I’d be falling all over the place. I have such great memories of my first job and I’m thankful that my parents encouraged me to learn responsibility at a young age. This instilled a very hard work ethic at a young age – even if it was working with a clown on an ice cream truck 🙂

    ALSO – I cannot even go without commenting about my own story that Bob’s “REACH” reminded me of. Short version: I was in a shoe store as a young girl with my mom and one of my cousins. We’d just finished dinner next door and decided to browse the shoe store for a bit. My cousin had very big feet (like myself) and there was this HUGE shoe on display. We all walked by laughing about how big the shoe was – and then my cousin picks the shoe up and says, “Oh, that’s MY size!” The moment was so funny. You just had to be there. But wait. I got tickled. And I started tooting. And I could. not. stop. myself. The more I laughed, the more I tooted. I am not joking. I have never been more embarrassed. At least I didn’t work at the shoe store, right? 🙂

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  2. My first job was waiting tables (as soon as I turned 15). They wouldn’t hire me until then. It was an Italian restaurant in lake park (closed now). I only remember how I wanted to make money- 2.10/hour! A ton of money! But then I was preparing for bigger things-pizza hut. Nothing fancy for either but I learned very quickly to love what you do because you spend a lot of time at work.
    What a great story of how you can bounce back from anything. Embarrassing moments and all.

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  3. My first job I got when I was in my 20s. Part time at a flower shop on base at Presidio. Selling flowers, clean up, taking orders for the florist to do, and some basic arrangements.

    I actually enjoyed it.

    Then one day a lady came in to order a corsage for an event to give to a colonel’s wife. No problem. I can take the Order and the florist can make it, when do you need it? In an hour? No florist before then. I was honest and told her I had never made one on my own. And wasn’t sure I could. She encouraged me to try. It was awkward, non symmetrical, colorful. And probably not something any trained florist would consider letting out the door. But the customer said she was happy with it. And came back to tell me the recipient loved it.

    Stepping outside my comfort zone.

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      1. Speaking of stepping out of my comfort zone… a choice between positions at work came up today. I have to give an answer tomorrow. Take the safe one or the one that pushes me…

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      2. Oh wow! That’s tough. I would sit and make a list of pros and cons of each and PRAY like crazy for God to give you peace about which direction to take! I will pray with you, friend!

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  4. My first job as a senior in high school lasted only one evening. I answered an ad that turned out to be calling people from the phone book to ask for donations for a local volunteer group, or for some sort of charity event. I went the one night, had to cold call people and hated it. I don’t like rejection and I was one of the most shy people you would ever know. I wouldn’t even call the operator to get a phone number! My dad asked me that night how it went when he realized how quiet I was. He had compassion on me and told me I didn’t have to go back. I think he did make me go in person to quit the job. I quickly found another job delivering a local afternoon newspaper. I had that job until I finished my senior year. It was a car route winding through the mountain sides of Tennessee. My dad used to joke that he spent more money keeping up my Volkswagon than I made in delivering the papers. I would leave school early, wait at the paper office for the prints to finish, roll up the papers and then pick up my little sister or a cousin to help me. I would drive and they would stuff the papers in the mailbox. I never hit a mail box but I think my sister Debra and my dad may have hit a few when they had to run the route for me a few times! I only ran over one dog who ran up under one wheel when chasing my car one day. he got up and ran off so I think he was ok! Those were fun memories!

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