Job Hunt

I'm such a slacker... I was supposed to be looking for a job this month and I haven't

Then two days ago my husband gets a call saying there is an opportunity for me to work full time, and get payed substantially more than I made at my old job.

My list of job requirements:

• more $$ than my last job (to help pay off the school bill)
• get it by the end of the month (which happens to be tomorrow)
• part time (so that I can handle the stuff around the house, and so that I can keep it after I'm -hopefully- pregnant)
• something I would enjoy doing (working with people, challenging, some change etc)

This job:

• more $$ than my last job
• would have it by the end of the month
• full time (and strenuous... probably wouldn't be able to keep working throughout the pregnancy)
• not necessarily enjoyable (solitary, tedious work)

decisions, decisions...

He Wins

So I've been fighting it, but the fight is over, for now. I'm sure it will come up again later, but He owns me. I have been bought with a price, and remembering what I've been purchased from makes me want to give what He asks of me. I know He deserves more than I offer but I can't give more than all of what I am, and have so, thankfully, He fills up the empty places with Himself to make me acceptable. That's what it all boils down to, my submission to the filling. These last few weeks I haven't been willing, and so I have remained empty because I was closed off. Now though He is slaking my thirst with His own Presence, and filling me up so that I no longer lack.

When He wins, I win. So why is there ever a battle?

Riddly, Riddly Ree...

I see something you don't see and it's tall, thin, with long legs, and feathers on it's bottom...


I apologize if anyone takes offense at this, but seriously I couldn't help the association, and at 5 am a lot of things are funny...

Irony

So here's ironic for you.
A week ago I was on a plane flying home from an impoverished 3rd World country. I was overwhelmed with all that I had experienced, and saturated in the life of the poor.
Today I stayed home all morning so that the cable-guy could come over and hook up a deluxe cable package for my husband and I.
Talk about world's apart.

Surreal Return

So I've been out of the country for three months. It's been a life changing experience living among people who would love to make in a year what we make in a week here in the U.S. I loved it there, the people were wonderful, friendly, beautiful, and kind. They would get so excited if I used just one word in their language. They constantly wanted to have us over for tea. There were hopelessly poor, but would spend a weeks salary to feed us rice, and cha...
Despite being there for three months I feel like there is no way for me to convey what I experienced there, the message I intend to give is impossible to get across. My thoughts and feelings for a place and people so far away lose their meaning here in our context. The words I would use are inadequate for the purpose I have for them. I know you won't understand, not the way I want you to. I keep hearing the things I want to say through your ears, and know that you don't understand it how I mean it.
Maybe I'll try again later...