I enjoy the mountain tops of this business as much as the next guy. Blue skies and candy cane lined sidewalks are euphoric and can be a powerful aphrodisiac if enough of them land in your lap. But if I’m being honest, true growth only happens in the valley. True reflection only begins when the perspective goes vertical. As we grow our customer base and strive to wash feet at all costs, the more alone the valley feels as the workforce seems to throw in the towel the minute the going gets tough.
This life yields at least one hard truth every day. I’m left speechless by the number of competitors who are in this for the immediate win. I’m bewildered by the number of service providers who have forgotten how to drive the extra mile in customer service. And I’m amazed at the number of people who would rather sit at home than seize the daily bread. It is sobering and when you put in the number of hours that I do, it can be downright frustrating.
Praise God for the mirror that reflects a very different Trey had it not been for His saving grace. As disheartening as it can be, my flesh bares a similar resemblance to the selfishness described above and without the cross of clarity I too may bow out of the walk down the hill and into the topography of change.
Jesus Christ rescued me and removed the scales. This life, this body and those of-the-world desires are no longer mine. Praise the Lion of Judah for His perfectly timed daily provision, the call to follow Him beside still waters and an attitude that refuses to “sleep” as I wait for the last trumpet to blow. He is the Potter, and I am the clay, and how dare I question His use of the truth in the ravine.
