Thank you, Lord. How could I ask for more?

I've always been overly ambitious. Except for sports, at which I didn't excel and therefore deemed not important, I've always wanted to be the best. I'm driven, determined, competitive and motivated. If there was a club, I wanted to be president. I didn't want to be senior maid, I wanted to be homecoming queen (yeah, I was the maid). I was president of my class, president of FBLA, and yearbook editor. I was an anchor on our school TV station. People, I was destined for great things from birth. Let everyone else settle for medicority, I wanted the pinnacle. Success. Greatness. Legacy.

Because success begats happiness. And money. And prestige.

I am Lori, hear me roar.

One of the hard things about being an adult is figuring out I'm not great at everything. On my employee evaluations, I lose sleep over any rating not excellent. I don't want to be good, I want to be perfect!

But perfection is not only unattainable, it's fleeting. You can be the best one day and the worst the next. And you're only as good as your last task.

Work has been really, really hard these past few weeks. I've felt like a complete failure at times. And when you're a person who finds her worth in work, when you're not doing well there, the rest of your life seems somehow bad. It's not that I feel worthless, but I feel worth less than I used to.

This morning I got a major atittude adjustment compliments of God and the WorkMatters folks. Solomon didn't pray for success. He prayed for wisdom. God gave him both.

Lord, change my attitude! Help me remember what matters is preparing for the Kingdom, not being queen.

Because, at the end of the day, I have so much more than I deserve. So many old and new friends who fill my life with joy. Health. A job that affords me the essentials as well as my diva habits. And eternal life.

All I have needed His hand will provide. Great is His faithfulness indeed.