Be Empowered


I see her there in line at the counter. Walking over, I say with a smile, “Well, hi there. It’s been awhile. And where’s your mama? She’s gone missing.” Her mama’s been a regular. From my place on the high stool, I’d see her every single morning, grabbing a coffee and a yogurt with hands that spread love to the old and infirm, then dashing out the door and off to work.

Her daughter’s standing there, all curly-headed. “Mama’s moved,” she says, smiling, too.

And then she tells me, this petite girl, and earnest, about her job. She’s working just now in a hospital. The job? It’s big. Way bigger than her. It involves insurance companies and money – millions of dollars they’d like to get back. And she? Well, she’s the one s’posed to make it all happen, to cut through the tape, to change folks’ minds.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” she says to me straight. “Sometimes I just stop. And I walk around for a bit, and I pray.” I wait. “Then He gives me an idea, another way to come at this thing.”

I’m listening to her; feeling the overwhelming-ness of her role. Those bigwigs, they’ll question, and it’s her in that seat. Her job on the line.

Then it comes. “I’m not educated for this.” Her eyes behind her glasses, they’re big. All those curls frame her face, and I’m seeing faith. Seeing God. Seeing the finite moving into the infinite. Seeing the impossible becoming the possible.

“Ah,” the words, they come out. “You may not be educated, but you are empowered.”

And you, friend? Are you, like her, called to a job that’s bigger than you? Sitting in a seat that gets hot, that’s impossible?

Are you, like her, not educated or trained? Well, yes, yea and good! For you’re in just the right place to become the empowered. To become the enabled. To become the anointed, the finite moving into the infinite.

You’re in just the right place to do the impossible. For when the ‘super’ meets the ‘natural,’ it becomes supernatural. And that, my friend, is the life He will bless.



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About Rhonda Schrock

Rhonda Schrock lives in Northern Indiana with her husband and 4 sons, ages 22 to 6. By day, she is a telecommuting medical transcriptionist. In the early morning hours, she flees to a local coffee shop where she pens “Grounds for Insanity,” a weekly column that appears in The Goshen News. She is an occasional guest columnist in The Hutch News. She’s also blogged professionally for her son’s school of choice, Bethel College, in addition to humor and parenting blogs. She is a writer and editor for the magazine, “Cooking & Such: Adventures in Plain Living.” She survives and thrives on prayer, mochas, and books. Her new home in cyberspace is at


  1. Sonja says:

    I agree that prayer is very powerful in our lives.

  2. It sure is, Sonja. Thank you for stopping by.