once a day

at least that many,
i strive for more,
out the door in
the morning i
get into car
and start it
and take a
sometimes
different
but always
somewhat similar
route to work -
downtown in a
small town. the
morning routine
and then the
building, the
space in time,
the sublime
bricks from
other buildings
reused for some-
thing else, else
it would seem un
-necessary, need
-ed.

find a parking spot.
get there early to
get a good spot.
not that any of
them are miles
and miles away,
but some days
it's nice to
be nearer to
the building.

walk - step by
step to the doors;
glass and business-
like.

waiting or not
waiting for
the elevator,
not allowed
to use the
stairs to
go up. odd
that, but
oh well,
being only
four floors
high, it isn't
too much of a wait
unless one of the two
is on the fritz.

ride and sigh,
try to remember
i'm working for
Yahshua, not for
'the man' or any
manager. other-
wise it would be
me being mean, un-
wise to say the least.

a few morning hellos.
usually one or two.

then to the table in
my office, reading
email, taking care
of any critical tasks.
working and stressing and
continually having to remind
myself that i'm working for
Yahshua and not the greed
is good mentality of the
owners of the business.
if it wasn't for that,
i don't see how the
day would be even
remotely bearable,
even with getting to
go home for almost
two-thirds of my 'day'
(with one third, if i'm
lucky, being spent with
sleep, perchance to dream)...

and yet, i know i shouldn't
complain, as one of the
smaller minorities of
people in the world
who are doing well
enough to have
too much leisure
time for their
own good sometimes.

the day stretches on,
and if i didn't have faith
He was who He said He was
(so many years ago, like it
was yesterday or yet to happen)
i don't know how long i would
last. i'm sure i would slip
into the 'game' wholeheartedly,
completely, if it wasn't for
Yahshua setting me free with
a gift i didn't deserve and
yet received anyway.

i try to remember to praise
the Lord at least once a day,
never as much as i should with
the way my life has unfolded, all
the bad things notwithstanding -
not with standing on my own as
the answer, i try to remember
at least once a day to be
aware of the hour and
the season and not
forget who i
really am
and why
i'm really
here and why
i couldn't be
anywhere else in
the timeline and still
be me, who i need to be to
set my soul free via grace
by faith in Yahshua, who
really loved me, the
real me, the dirty
me, the ugly me
on my worst
day. in-
deed.