When you're sitting at IHOP working on your novel and the Holy Spirit brings you to tears with the plans He has for your main character. When her stubborn heart has been pierced with a near-death experience and she realizes life is so much more than busyness. That God is so much more than a big judge in the sky who is disgusted with what she has allowed her life to become. That He loves her beyond understanding and asks only for her trust and obedience. The two things most difficult for her to offer.
A Second Wind, my first novel, was complete ... I thought. But today, God has added a new dimension. A deeper level of change and commitment in Biz' life. And a growing faith that God is able and willing to do the impossible in her life for His glory!
Join me as I post small snippets of Biz’ journey once a week. Laugh with her. Cry with her. Double your fists when her stubborn nature makes decisions you can clearly see are not in her best interest. But that’s life, right? We’re all there and can identify with the questions she asks and the doubts and fears she encounters. And we all long to know God in an intimate way as our best friend. Our Savior. Out Counselor. Our Rock. And so much more!
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A Second Wind – Part 1
Anticipating the stir my visit was bound to create, I squared my shoulders, lifted my chins, and marched through the doorway. After all, the company was still mine on paper.
The door to my son’s office opened, and Robby stepped into the lobby, almost filling the doorway with his stocky six-and-a-half-foot frame. “Hey, Mom. I thought you took a couple of days off to rest.”
So there it was. I hadn’t been expected to show up for the meeting. But I’d heard about it, quite by accident, and nothing on this side of heaven would keep me from attending. No, I wasn’t expected . . . and most likely, was not wanted. But as I said before, this was still my company.
I slid past my son. Just as I suspected, they were all there. Every stinkin’ trucker in our employment. Which only amounted to a little over a dozen.
“Want to grab me a chair, Robby?” I walked my eyes around the circle—somewhat amused with the assortment of emotions displayed on their faces. Surprise, of course. And a bit of guilt, embarrassment, discomfort. “I guess I missed the memo about the meeting on Thursday morning.”
Robby brought me a chair and took his place behind the large mahogany desk. He folded his hands on top of a pad of yellow legal paper and shut his eyes for a moment.
Yes, I thought. Prayer would be appropriate. But when you’re finished, I have a few choice—
“So, I guess I just need to be honest, Mom.”
He smiled ever so slightly—not an I’m-glad-we’re-together-on-this gesture, but one riddled with tension. “The guys asked to meet with me to discuss the future of their employment.”
Okay. That hit hard, like I’d been plowed down by one of my own trucks. Most of these truckers had worked for me for years, some of them for more than a decade. We were family. Good grief, I’d seen them through divorces and custody battles and chemotherapy. I made sure I had their backs, and they always had mine. Like when they offered to take somebody out who threatened to sue me a few years ago. Not that I accepted their offer, but the thought got me through the mess.
I’d loaned the guys plane ticket money so they could visit their dying parents and banned their ex-wives from the premises. I was fair. I never cheated them out of a dollar or a shift or a free donut on Fridays. I thought they trusted me.
So why had they gone to Robby?
Fortunately, the pain that pricked my heart was short lived. Indignation buoyed my determination to remain in control. No ugly. Just a strong desire to do whatever it took to bring the boys back into my camp.
“Discussing the future is always a good thing,” I said. As I paused to look around the room, my eyes connected with each employee who would reciprocate. Hopefully, my body language expressed my understanding, and maybe even my endorsement, for their concerns. “Will it bother anyone if I stay to hear what you have to say?”
A seasoned trucker, two seats to my left, shifted in his seat and crossed his arms in front of his chest. The wiry, little man with clumps of blonde-gone-grayish hair draped over his balding crown and plastered with hairspray,had been with me from the beginning.
Pete turned my direction and nodded his welcome. “I’m sure I can speak for most anyone in this room—us truckers, that is. Ms. Biz, there ain’t no one we respect more highly than we do you when it comes to trucking know-how. And even though you sometimes get all up on your high horse about stuff that ought to be our business, we know it’s because you care more about this company than life itself.”
I stared at my feet, wishing I could stop the heat filling my pudgy cheeks. That I could appear unmoved. In charge. But that wasn’t happening.
Pete continued after a pause. “That’s what makes it so hard to say the things we intend to say. And . . . well, the truth of it is, we were taking the coward’s way out, intending to make Robby pass the news on to you.”
My forehead tightened; my neck went stiff. “News? What are you saying?”
“Things have to change around here, Mom,” Robby said. “Or these guys plan to work elsewhere. Several of them have already accepted other positions.”
I stared at the boy—the man—who sat behind the desk. I waited for someone to say he was wrong. But no words came forth, and the silent buzz in the room intensified until I almost plugged my ears to shut it out.
With a false, but necessary, bravado to my voice, I responded. “Pay raises? Is that what you need?”
“It’s not that easy, Ms. Biz,” Pete said. “There’s no way you can afford to pay us the wages we can get from larger, consolidated trucking companies. Then there’s the flexible hours, the safety incentives, the most recent technology on them trucks, and the on-the-job schooling they provide to keep our licenses current.”
“It’s the whole package,” a younger trucker added. “I hate to do it to you, but I can’t afford not to take advantage of the offer another company made me. I’m here to give my notice.”
“Mm-hmm,” several others murmured, nodding their heads.
“Just can’t see no way around it,” Pete said.
“Right.” I reached for the desk as my hands began to tingle. The room swirled around me. My breaths became choppy, unable to reach my lungs. I gasped for air as my knees buckled.
Truckers leapt to their feet to support me. Robby stood, and the men eased me into his chair.
“Are you okay?” Robby asked. “Someone please get her a drink.”
As my breathing slowed, I relaxed enough to consider what had just transpired. The meeting. The truckers, and . . . their demands for more than I could ever give them. “What are we going to do, Robby?” I whispered. “Are we finished?”
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