i really struggled for a long time about my purpose at my job. i didn't understand why God had me there, but i knew that there was a reason for me being there. it wasn't until today that it truly hit me. it wasn't to pack the best package, or to pull off price tags, or to cycle count shirts, or even to fold clothes. but the reason i was there was to show love to the people i worked with. i know that it was obvious at times that i really hated it and i really didn't want to be there. but to know that the people who worked there saw through that and loved me for who i am really means a lot to me. i was able to make true friendships regardless of the actual "job" i was doing. and that is the whole reason i believe God placed me there.