Thursday, June 16, 2011

The Miracle That Hurt My Feet

Today I cried again.

Everything happened in a whilrwind, and my feet hurt.

This morning I got a call from a friend about a night job.  I talked to Jeffrey about it, and he said I could do what I wanted with it.  If I wanted it, he would help with the kids.  If I didn't, he wouldn't care. 

I called on the job, and the employer told me I had the position, could I start today, and oh yeah, could I go in for an interview around 2:00?

I grinned at the backward way of doing things, but was grateful.

I have to be honest.  I was so overcome with amazement.  The Lord knows me so well.  Last night I was in fits of sobs, crying into Jeffrey's chest over my ring and many other things.  I was tired.  Tired of everything being so hard for so long.  I just wanted to give up.

This morning everything changed.  I have a job that doesn't interfere much with the children.

It is a job that will help me with some of my goals, and one of my favorite types of work.  I am a custodian.  I get to move around, clean, be alone or with people, as I choose.  I can have my music going, think, or just enjoy the quiet that I have missed since my children joined our family.  As I move around, I will be able to reach some of my weight loss goals, because I really stink at making time for exercise.  Now I have it already built into my schedule.  It is exactly what I needed.  And one of my best friends gets to work with me. 

From hopelessness and despair last night to such a peace today.  I am amazed at how suddenly and quickly my needs were met.  So soon after just wanting to give up.

That right there is proof that God is aware of us and our needs and desires, and I am so truly humbled from being a recipient of His goodness.  I admit.  I cried again.  But this time out of gratitude.

Just learning that on another lever made today made me much happier than I ever thought I could be today.  I need to get down on my knees and thank Him again and again and again.  Besides, my feet hurt.
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