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Life changes so quickly, I can barely blink but that I lose the pace. I now work daily with two-year-olds, and love being around little guys again. Not to say there are not moments when I question my sanity--or at the very least, whether or not a couple of the kids are demon-possessed--but overall it is hugely satisfying. Whouda thunkit? And best of all, I'm saving thirty dollars in gas a week. NOTHING tops that. With the gas money saved I get paid equal to what Starbucks showered me with, so I am quite content.
Moreso it's great to be involved with my church and close to my family again. I've been opening in ways I haven't for a couple years, but without being changed or threatened if they differ from or even hurt me. There are things at my "home church" that bring a wry smile or check something in my spirit, in a cautionary way--but I am not here but a month or two, and there are many in this large congregation who truly love the Lord. There's a great blessing in that.
And furthermore, my family... can anyone bless or break you like them? Those you were born with, and who will forever be a part of you, whether or not you want it. There is a blessedness in growing up...a distance that enables, somehow, closeness to occur. The good and bad hit you differently--because, after all, I have a lot of good and bad in me. Therein I love them all.
And the Lord... the Lord... the Lord. I'm just starting to believe again things about Him I once thought I knew without thinking. And rediscovering that intimate touch, the unending grace that falls when we are broken before Him--that's what makes me get up in the morning, and know somehow, my life va a seguir (will go on).
Moreso it's great to be involved with my church and close to my family again. I've been opening in ways I haven't for a couple years, but without being changed or threatened if they differ from or even hurt me. There are things at my "home church" that bring a wry smile or check something in my spirit, in a cautionary way--but I am not here but a month or two, and there are many in this large congregation who truly love the Lord. There's a great blessing in that.
And furthermore, my family... can anyone bless or break you like them? Those you were born with, and who will forever be a part of you, whether or not you want it. There is a blessedness in growing up...a distance that enables, somehow, closeness to occur. The good and bad hit you differently--because, after all, I have a lot of good and bad in me. Therein I love them all.
And the Lord... the Lord... the Lord. I'm just starting to believe again things about Him I once thought I knew without thinking. And rediscovering that intimate touch, the unending grace that falls when we are broken before Him--that's what makes me get up in the morning, and know somehow, my life va a seguir (will go on).