Praise God, He sees it fit to bless our small company with orders like the ones pictured below. Jobs like these push the boundaries of my checkbook and take me well outside of my comfort zone. I am unwilling to go into debt, and I am unwilling to have anyone, or anything stand over my shoulder and tell me and my team what we cannot procure or sell. In business, we exist to serve our customers. We exist to wash their feet and dance for the one true King. Being thankful for whatever daily bread Jesus brings to the door and honoring His holy name in and out of all processes is dominant.
I talk about the miraculous ways God moves through my business every week. Some of it on social media and some of it in person. If I ponder for a split second what the transformation from the old Trey to the new Trey looks like, the pain my burden placed in the eyes of God as His one and only took it on the chin and willingly died on that olive wood cross, and just what separating the red from the white really means, why would I not shout it from the rooftops? Why would I not dance for the risen King? Why would I not jump off of whatever cliff is in front of me? Why would I not step well outside of my comfort zone understanding and knowing the One who created the zone in the first place has written my name in the book? Why would I not deny myself beyond earthly recognition? And why in the world would I not sell everything I own to buy the field?
David says God is more precious than gold, sweeter than honey to his lips. Indeed, He is that. He is perfect and I stand in another stupor as He uses mere inanimate objects to bring to my knees again.
