Good morning, Mamma. Beautiful, blessed Sunday to you. You know I rarely, if ever, post on a Sunday. And I rarely, if ever, talk about my faith. Faith is such a personal thing, and I don’t want to come across as saying anything about your faith if I share my own. Your faith, or no faith, is between you and God. I love you the same whatever that looks like.
So even though I don’t usually talk about faith, I had an extraordinary experience this week I just have to tell you about.
On Monday, I lost an account that represented about half my potential business for 2016. In one of my company’s product groups, this was our number one customer. No fault of our own, they are moving to the East Coast and will be finding another supplier.
I was stunned. The time and energy I had spent with this account, now moving to benefit someone else! Not to mention the loss of revenue. Ouch.
That night, hurt, afraid, floundering, I prayed. This was not an articulate or eloquent prayer, more a cry to heaven from a hurt child. Help me!
Here’s where it gets weird, and I know will be hard for many of you to believe, because I could hardly believe it myself.
The next morning, I got an email at 8:01 AM. It said something to the effect of, “Hello. We know last week we said we didn’t want to work with you, but we changed our mind. Can you come by today to sign the contract?”
Then, that same day, at four-twenty-something in the afternoon, I got a call from another account. They said something to the effect of, “Hi. It was great to meet you last week. We’d like to start working with you immediately, how quickly can we get a contract together?”
So, there I sat. Not even twenty-four hours later, I had two new accounts. The sales cycle in my business is typically very long. It was an extraordinary experience to get two new accounts in a day.
I was telling friend about this, a rock-star engineer who flies around the world doing massive installations. A brilliant woman, her. She’s a good friend, but still I worried she’d think I was nuts. “God is good.” She responded. And then she said, “And you stayed in it, to allow Him to answer your prayer. You didn’t give up and stop answering your phone. You were up and at it again the very next morning after you loss. God can’t answer our prayers if we’re hiding at home.” Very true.
So. Like any good business woman, I try to give credit where credit is due if a teammate comes through for a big win, or with a great idea.
And I’m grateful this week to God for answering my prayer.
I know, loss of business is certainly not the worst thing that can happen to a person, and bad things happen to good people. Free will, and all that. And sometimes just life being it’s messy self. My week was no shroud of Turin, but it affected me deeply to feel cared for and protected.
If you’re struggling with something today, maybe trying looking up. I can’t guarantee an email by tomorrow morning at 8:01, but I know He’s listening, and I know He cares.
Happy Sunday, Mamma.