He Knows Your Name

Anyone that knows me knows that I’m a talker.  I’m a people person and I love getting to know someone’s story.  And I’ve written before about my hobby job.  (For those who don’t know, I work from home in California for the hospital in my hometown.  And BECAUSE I’m a talker, I went and got a small part time job at Boudin here in Roseville so that I could be around people!)

One of my favorite things about this job is learning our regular guests’ names when they come in to get their lunch.  I love to remember who they are and what they usually order!  They’ll laugh when I tell them they’re throwing me off by buying something different.  Sometimes, their eyes light up and get excited when I ask them how newly married life is or how their son is doing in football this season.  It just makes me happy to connect to someone.

I know this probably feels like a lot of back story, but indulge me!  I have a guest who comes in every week after ordering online and just tells me her name, takes her bag from me and leaves.  She’s pleasant but I haven’t had a chance to really talk to her.  I have, however, gotten to know who she is by name.  The last few times she’s come in I’ve said, “Hey, Debbie!  How’s it going,” repeated her order to her and told her to have a great day.

Last week, she didn’t just say ‘thank you’ and leave the counter.  She stopped and said this to me, “Erin, it amazes me that you know me just by seeing me when I walk in.  You make me feel so special that you know who I am!  You just made my day!”  It was a great feeling for me to know she felt that way!

God sees us too.  In John 10:3, Jesus say, “To him the doorkeeper opens, and the sheep hear his voice, and he calls his own sheep by name and leads them out.”  He goes on to say in verse 14, “I am the good shepherd, I know My own and My own know Me.

He knows who we are.  Sometimes, we feel as if we’re just existing in this world.  Everyday life comes at us, sometimes good and sometimes bad.  Maybe you feel as if you’re unnoticed and alone.  Perhaps you feel unworthy.  I’m here to tell you that you are not an afterthought to our Heavenly Father.  You are known and you are loved.  He knows your name.  He knows your heart and your hurts.  You are His.  And you are special.

~Erin

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I love my job!

My Hobby Job

Click, click, tab.  Enter, enter.  Tab, tab, tab.  Click, click.  Enter, enter, enter.  If you ask Emily what my job entails, that’s what she’ll say I do.  You do actually hear those noises if you’re on the phone with me when I’m working.  I work full time from my home office in California for my hospital in Wyoming where I’m from.  I was fortunate enough to have continued employment even though I moved.

And yet.  I’m a talker.  Some might say I would talk to a wall if it would answer back.  I would say that I’d probably talk to a wall even if it DIDN’T answer back.  Talking to my dogs during the day in a Californian city I wasn’t very familiar with wasn’t cutting it for me anymore.  So, I went on a long and tedious journey of finding me a part-time job that would allow me to get in front of human beings.  And by long and tedious, I mean that I drove down the street on a 45-second car ride to a local restaurant, Boudin SF, who’s “Hiring” sign peaked my interest.  (They had people AND fresh baked bread….how could I go wrong?!)

This job is what I call my “hobby job.”  I don’t need it financially, but I need it mentally and emotionally.  I love it!  I have the most amazing co-workers and management team.  Work is fun to go to.  I get excited when I see a regular guest walk in the door and can greet them by name to ask how their day is!

One of my favorite things to do while I’m working is singing.  I will literally sing the menu while I’m pouring out soup with our guests watching!  “Claaaaam chowder is where it’s at!  Giiiivvvveee meeeee the bread bowl to eat it wiiiith! Don’t forget the butter!”  I’ll also sing to the cooks through the large open concept kitchen window while they’re preparing the food.  Here are some of my better creations…

Kevin, your ‘maters are cut great!
The turkey avocado will be perfect for their date!”

And, “I think, Kate, that the grilled cheese,
Should come with havarti, pretty please.

This usually ends with Kevin offering to pay me to stop singing.  Of course I don’t!

Erin, get to the point, you might be thinking.  One of the things my co-workers always say about me, is that I’m happy.  Every day is a “fabulous” day, and I’m always smiling.

I hope this doesn’t sound boastful.  It isn’t meant to sound like I’m praising myself.  I have a choice to walk through the doors and be excited for what’s coming or dreading the potential disasters I may face.  I have to pray every morning that I have a positive attitude and my light from Jesus will shine through me and impact others around me.

It doesn’t work every time, either.  I’m still human.  I still get irritated or frustrated when it gets busy and I’m pulled in four directions.  When that happens, I take a quick second to regroup, silently pray for Him to redirect my thoughts, then take a deep breath and start over!

My encouragement to you, today, is that whether your job is a click-click-tab job or a “how can I help you” job, the light of Jesus will live and shine out of you.  Pray for ways to shine that light on others.  Maybe, just maybe, what they need is a little song.

~Erin