And have you forgotten the exhortation that addresses you as sons?
"My son, do not regard lightly the discipline of the Lord,
nor be weary when reproved by him.
For the Lord disciplines the one he loves,
and chastises every son whom he receives." Hebrews 12:5-6 (ESV)
I read this verse the other night in my devotions and it has stuck with me over the past several days. Perhaps because moments of my life contain really stupid episodes...after which I wish God would just reach down from Heaven with a big paddle and whack me one. I would feel much better!
The KJV of this verse reads instead of discipline "chastisement". And the Lord does chastise those He loves. He does it for our own good, just as our loving parents spanked us when we were kids for doing things we should not. I am glad of His chastisement - I am also glad of His discipline.
We often think chastisement and discipline are the same. They go hand in hand, but they are not the same. Chastisement is used to teach us discipline. And that discipline should then keep us from further chastisement. For when my parents spanked, or punished me in other ways, for wrongdoing in my childhood it was so I might live a good and orderly life when I was grown and no longer under their personal care. The chastisement was so I might have discipline.
Which is why doing stupid things as an adult makes me want to bang my head against a wall. "Melissa, you know better than this!" I scold myself after an angry outburst, a pity-party, a cruel thought. "Your parents taught you better." And they have. I will be forever grateful to my parents for the time, energy and love they put into raising me in the way of righteousness. I just wish I didn't fall so short.
It is the same way with my God. I have been reading over all the blogs I ever posted - five years of my life on paper. And it is amazing the twists and turns I've been through, the lessons God has taught me, and the trials I have - and have yet to - overcome. As I look back even further than that, I see my God's disciplining hand forever on me. It is usually in the form of, "No, Melissa, not that way. This way." Sometimes I feel like I've missed out on so many experiences other people have, but then I am grateful the avoid things that won't do me any good anyhow. God's hand pushing, prodding and sometimes just grabbing me by the collar. Forever setting my feet on the straight and narrow. So that I might walk in the way of righteousness.
Discipline is good. It include character, and integrity, and doing right not just for yourself but for others. It isn't easy. Sometimes its downright exhausting. But it is a reminder of being truly loved. Of being a child of the King.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Monday, October 25, 2010
Texas Thankfulness #5
Revelation. I'm not talking about the mysterious John saw on the Isle of Patmos or the odd creatures the prophet Ezekiel witnessed. But on a much smaller scale, we all have "revelations". I had one a little over a week ago...
There are three things my heart desires above all else: returning to New England, being a published writer, and becoming a wife and mother. But I also know that my heart "is deceitful above all things and desperately wicked". So, I try my best not to follow it - instead looking to my God who gives me "the desires of my heart". And I have found over the years that my heart and my desires are odd things. Sometimes I don't even know them.
I'm not saying I don't want to ultimately be a wife and mother...even though I've been told many times over the past year that my biological clock is ticking. I cry when I read about Hannah and her longing for children (and always adding in my head, "Well, at least she had a husband - the first step!") I shake my head at women who would rather work than be with their kids, or say they don't want them, or they're a nuisance. Don't they know the greatest calling of being a woman is to be a wife and mother? And it is heartbreaking to think I could never have either? Because it is - on both counts.
But I made an amazing discovery just over a week ago. I said something I never thought I would say: "I am happy single." And I meant it. Because suddenly realized what having a relationship with some guy and then marrying him would actually mean. I'd have to give up somethings: tennis, hours spent with girlfriends, writer's group, crashing on Fridays after work. (I don't mean all of it, but I suspect he will want some of my spare time, of which I have none right now which means something will have to go.) And then, once we're married, I don't suppose he'll particularly like me dashing off to whatever, whenever with whomever. But that's the way I live right now and I like it.
Now I know that falling in love and getting married isn't all flowers and daydreams, but did you know its actually terrifying? And if I hadn't moved to Texas, I probably wouldn't have learned that. But now that I know, I'm ready to be single somewhere else...like in New England.
There are three things my heart desires above all else: returning to New England, being a published writer, and becoming a wife and mother. But I also know that my heart "is deceitful above all things and desperately wicked". So, I try my best not to follow it - instead looking to my God who gives me "the desires of my heart". And I have found over the years that my heart and my desires are odd things. Sometimes I don't even know them.
I'm not saying I don't want to ultimately be a wife and mother...even though I've been told many times over the past year that my biological clock is ticking. I cry when I read about Hannah and her longing for children (and always adding in my head, "Well, at least she had a husband - the first step!") I shake my head at women who would rather work than be with their kids, or say they don't want them, or they're a nuisance. Don't they know the greatest calling of being a woman is to be a wife and mother? And it is heartbreaking to think I could never have either? Because it is - on both counts.
But I made an amazing discovery just over a week ago. I said something I never thought I would say: "I am happy single." And I meant it. Because suddenly realized what having a relationship with some guy and then marrying him would actually mean. I'd have to give up somethings: tennis, hours spent with girlfriends, writer's group, crashing on Fridays after work. (I don't mean all of it, but I suspect he will want some of my spare time, of which I have none right now which means something will have to go.) And then, once we're married, I don't suppose he'll particularly like me dashing off to whatever, whenever with whomever. But that's the way I live right now and I like it.
Now I know that falling in love and getting married isn't all flowers and daydreams, but did you know its actually terrifying? And if I hadn't moved to Texas, I probably wouldn't have learned that. But now that I know, I'm ready to be single somewhere else...like in New England.
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Texas Thankfulness #4
Right not it's really hard to be thankful about this state I find myself in. For it is October. But, as usual, Texas does its own thing and that right proudly. For it has been well over 80 - even 90 - degrees almost every day. When I leave for work around 7:15, it is already near 70. My sweaters and beautiful autumn clothing laugh at me every morning. And some idiot on the radio advertising "just as the leaves are falling so are our prices" didn't look outside his window to see that there are NO leaves falling...they are all still green. And we won't even bring up apples - the ones they sell down here look like wax and taste about as good. So I write this with tears in my eyes and a painful ache in my heart. For words cannot express how much I want to see color, watch autumn rains tumble from a grey sky, feel the tinge of frost in the morning air, and anticipate the coming of winter...
But, my God is bigger than this state. You've heard the jokes about Texas. Everything here is bigger. Bigger sky, bigger plains, bigger grasshoppers. I'll give them the grasshoppers, but Texans have bigger imaginations or are outright bigger liars if they think everything in this state is bigger. For Colorado has bigger mountains. Half the states in the US have bigger trees. New Hampshire has a bigger state Congress. And New York has bigger sky scrapers. And bigger than all this is my God who created it all.
Perhaps you have also heard Texans joke that God has especially blessed them and their wondrous state. Some who claim this are sincerely joking, but I truly think others believe it. For some reason unknown to mankind, God has a special place in His heart for Texans and their state. It's like they read the Bible and replace the word "Texas" every time they see "Israel". (And then they skip over the parts where God rains hell and brimstone down on Israel for their disobedience...sort of like Israel did.) I hate to break it to them, but God is bigger than their pride. If they imagine that.
God is so big and so wondrous, mankind cannot begin to comprehend Him. Or even imagine Him. All we can maintain is a taste of Him. A sample of His grace, His mercy, His wrath, His might, His love, His patience, His holiness. There is so much about my God I have not come to grasp in my 30 years of existence...and I never shall. But I know this: by His grace I come through every day in Texas. He dries my tears, gives me reasons to laugh, soothes the aches in my heart. He gives me a place to live, safety on the road, work to do, friends to be with. And, yes, He scolds me when I get out of hand - again.
For I am more like the real Israelites - not the blessed ones Texans think themselves to be. I am the one wandering through the desert griping, forgetting that if I would just look up I would see God in all His glory leading me every step of the way. There is a Promised Land on the other end of this journey. I keep praying and hoping it will be New England for the remainder of my life on earth...but even the beautiful Northeast is a wilderness.
A wilderness that leads to a glorious home in Heaven with my God - who is bigger than Texas.
But, my God is bigger than this state. You've heard the jokes about Texas. Everything here is bigger. Bigger sky, bigger plains, bigger grasshoppers. I'll give them the grasshoppers, but Texans have bigger imaginations or are outright bigger liars if they think everything in this state is bigger. For Colorado has bigger mountains. Half the states in the US have bigger trees. New Hampshire has a bigger state Congress. And New York has bigger sky scrapers. And bigger than all this is my God who created it all.
Perhaps you have also heard Texans joke that God has especially blessed them and their wondrous state. Some who claim this are sincerely joking, but I truly think others believe it. For some reason unknown to mankind, God has a special place in His heart for Texans and their state. It's like they read the Bible and replace the word "Texas" every time they see "Israel". (And then they skip over the parts where God rains hell and brimstone down on Israel for their disobedience...sort of like Israel did.) I hate to break it to them, but God is bigger than their pride. If they imagine that.
God is so big and so wondrous, mankind cannot begin to comprehend Him. Or even imagine Him. All we can maintain is a taste of Him. A sample of His grace, His mercy, His wrath, His might, His love, His patience, His holiness. There is so much about my God I have not come to grasp in my 30 years of existence...and I never shall. But I know this: by His grace I come through every day in Texas. He dries my tears, gives me reasons to laugh, soothes the aches in my heart. He gives me a place to live, safety on the road, work to do, friends to be with. And, yes, He scolds me when I get out of hand - again.
For I am more like the real Israelites - not the blessed ones Texans think themselves to be. I am the one wandering through the desert griping, forgetting that if I would just look up I would see God in all His glory leading me every step of the way. There is a Promised Land on the other end of this journey. I keep praying and hoping it will be New England for the remainder of my life on earth...but even the beautiful Northeast is a wilderness.
A wilderness that leads to a glorious home in Heaven with my God - who is bigger than Texas.
Monday, October 18, 2010
This weekend I called Allyson. As I can no longer spend Thursday afternoons in her living room, this is the only way we communicate. It isn't nearly as nice as her home, but it works until I see her again.
We were not on the phone thirty seconds before I could hear some shouting in the background and Allyson excused herself for a moment. When she returned, she told me Silas was on the kitchen table. Silas is her youngest (until April) and turned one last month. He does not yet walk or stand for a long time by himself. But this past week he learned to maneuver the chairs around the kitchen table so he can crawl up into the chair and then onto the table. A little boy after my own heart - I was forever climbing as a kid.
Then I got to talk to Violet and Seth. Violet thanked me for the book I had sent her for her birthday a couple of weeks ago. She told me quite proudly she is now five. I asked if she were coloring pictures that afternoon. Of course she was. She told me she was coloring one she received for her birthday. It was of a little girl eating popcorn. She gave the girl a purple shirt with a red jumper. Every picture Violet colors must have the color purple in it.
Seth is two years old and loves to chatter. So, he first told me he was two. Then he told me some story about digging, and digging, and digging in the dirt and leaves. Then he chased some birds. The story ended with a dog on a skateboard. Somehow I missed the middle of the story...
Allyson and I caught up with each others lives. I always find hers much more interesting, for the kids are always up to something. Then we talk about the things the Lord has been teaching us or the lessons He often reminds us of. I hang up an hour later, my joy of talking with Allyson tinged with a bit of sadness as I think of all the afternoons I miss sitting in Allyson's living room, reading and playing with the kids, and just enjoying a day spent with my wonderful friend.
But until I book my next flight to New Hampshire, or the Lord opens up a door to return for good; the telephone works. And I am thankful for it.
We were not on the phone thirty seconds before I could hear some shouting in the background and Allyson excused herself for a moment. When she returned, she told me Silas was on the kitchen table. Silas is her youngest (until April) and turned one last month. He does not yet walk or stand for a long time by himself. But this past week he learned to maneuver the chairs around the kitchen table so he can crawl up into the chair and then onto the table. A little boy after my own heart - I was forever climbing as a kid.
Then I got to talk to Violet and Seth. Violet thanked me for the book I had sent her for her birthday a couple of weeks ago. She told me quite proudly she is now five. I asked if she were coloring pictures that afternoon. Of course she was. She told me she was coloring one she received for her birthday. It was of a little girl eating popcorn. She gave the girl a purple shirt with a red jumper. Every picture Violet colors must have the color purple in it.
Seth is two years old and loves to chatter. So, he first told me he was two. Then he told me some story about digging, and digging, and digging in the dirt and leaves. Then he chased some birds. The story ended with a dog on a skateboard. Somehow I missed the middle of the story...
Allyson and I caught up with each others lives. I always find hers much more interesting, for the kids are always up to something. Then we talk about the things the Lord has been teaching us or the lessons He often reminds us of. I hang up an hour later, my joy of talking with Allyson tinged with a bit of sadness as I think of all the afternoons I miss sitting in Allyson's living room, reading and playing with the kids, and just enjoying a day spent with my wonderful friend.
But until I book my next flight to New Hampshire, or the Lord opens up a door to return for good; the telephone works. And I am thankful for it.
Friday, October 15, 2010
Highlights of my Week
- You really can learn something new every day....those bills I file with Medicare? Each number on them means something!
- Matchmaking really can work...if you're interested in mattress salesmen.
- At baby showers one eats too much, laughs until it hurts and oohs and aahs over way too many adorable things.
- I moved in with a friend last Saturday. Now my newest neighbors are cows.
- Walking ithe park can be frightening...I've seen two snakes in two weeks.
- Buying a new tennis racquet is like buying a car - only worse.
- Finally, a way to eat candy corn that isn't so bad...mix it with peanuts!
- My housemate discovered this morning that if you leave the windows of your car open at night, the cat will sleep inside the car.
- Elections next month and early voting starts next week. Now if Governor Rick Perry will just stop putting his foot in his mouth every time he opens it...
- October in Texas...does this state not know what the beautiful season of autumn is?
Monday, October 11, 2010
Texas Thankfulness #3
Okay, so I can truly say I am thankful for my job, but anyone who knows me even a little knows I don't want to be doing this for the rest of my life...or even for the next two years. I've realized many times since I got here why I got burned out of office work the first time. The problem is, I'm good at it. I could do it in my sleep. Which is frustrating. Why can't I be good at something besides putting things in alphabetical order? Besides all that, the healthcare business is a racket. Sincere people try to do their jobs to help others while I wrestle with the government and insurance companies so they can. Who willingly goes into this? So, I'm not enthusiastic about what I do eight hours of the day, but I am very, very thankful for...
My co-workers. They have made this job worth while. They are supportive of me, help me understand things, laugh with me when I'm trying to read H&Ps (history and physicals) or write downs medications, and they truly appreciate what I do. They've become friends. And I'll give you a little glimpse of them.
Jay Harris is my boss and I had to learn to work with him more than any of the others. His daughter tells me he shouldn't be bothered before noon, and she's right. I've also learned if something happens to let him blow off the steam and then everything will be right as rain. And he takes me out to lunch before I leave town every time - I think to bribe me back. For he knows the day is coming when my resignation will be on his desk...and dreads it.
Dinah is the director of nurses We've become great friends since we're in the office the most. I hear all about her kids and grandkids, ask about the movies she's seen, and she helps me with my paperwork when I lag behind because of huge projects, and is there to answer all my questions. The other nurses are Jill, Debbie, Valerie, Angela, Laura, Mychelle and Gayle. Jill is a nut. She never fails to make me laugh and the stories she tells about her patient's families are like soap operas. Debbie is one of my favorites, probably because she is black and white. You don't mess with her, yet her patient's adore her. Valerie is the drama queen, which is hard to deal with at times, but you have to like her. Angela and Laura are the newest nurses and the youngest. Angela is several years older than me and has just moved to hospice from the ICU. She has lots of knowledge, but she doesn't spout it off and is willing to learn. Laura is the youngest at only 24, but she so sweet and kind the patient's adore her. Mychelle is the on-call nurse and the one I know the least, but she's very thorough which I love because I need to know things that happen when I'm in bed at night. As for Gayle, if you're going to die, you want her as your nurse. I have never met a sweeter woman in my life.
The others we work with are CNAs, which I have learned are a dime a dozen. Not a week passes when I don't get a call from a CNA looking for a job. And the ones we have seem to come and go, so I don't get to know them as well. But a few of them I know and like. Ellen and I talk almost every morning about whatever. Perla spoils me - and everyone else. Janelle you just have to like because she is so open and friendly. And Louise is worthy of admiration...for she is 71 years old and still does this job part time.
Then there are the chaplains and the social worker. It might surprise you to know that hospice companies are required by law to have a chaplain and do a spiritual assessment even if the patient refuses chaplain services. We have two: Mike and Bob. And they are as different as night and day in their personalities, although not their theology. Mike is loud and friendly. Bob is quiet and subdued. I enjoy chatting with both of them, often discussing Scripture and doctrine. Today Mike and I discussed divorce (which we agree on). And then there is Jane, who is about 27 and new at her job but very good at it. At times she seems a bit overwhelmed, but I would be too if I had her job. Still, she is very cheerful and helpful.
And, outside of the hospice business, there is a home care business in the office which is just starting up and I have helped with on occasion. Tori is the DON, RN and Administrator. A former hospice nurse, she spends most of the time spinning circles as she tries to get this business on its feet. But I have learned she wouldn't know what to do with herself if she wasn't dizzy. And she has one nurse, Julie, who I am still getting to know but is nice and a great asset to Tori.
Those are the people I work with. The people who keep me in this office. The people that make me laugh when I want to cry, teach me things I've no clue about, and help me to be a success. Praise God for great co-workers!
My co-workers. They have made this job worth while. They are supportive of me, help me understand things, laugh with me when I'm trying to read H&Ps (history and physicals) or write downs medications, and they truly appreciate what I do. They've become friends. And I'll give you a little glimpse of them.
Jay Harris is my boss and I had to learn to work with him more than any of the others. His daughter tells me he shouldn't be bothered before noon, and she's right. I've also learned if something happens to let him blow off the steam and then everything will be right as rain. And he takes me out to lunch before I leave town every time - I think to bribe me back. For he knows the day is coming when my resignation will be on his desk...and dreads it.
Dinah is the director of nurses We've become great friends since we're in the office the most. I hear all about her kids and grandkids, ask about the movies she's seen, and she helps me with my paperwork when I lag behind because of huge projects, and is there to answer all my questions. The other nurses are Jill, Debbie, Valerie, Angela, Laura, Mychelle and Gayle. Jill is a nut. She never fails to make me laugh and the stories she tells about her patient's families are like soap operas. Debbie is one of my favorites, probably because she is black and white. You don't mess with her, yet her patient's adore her. Valerie is the drama queen, which is hard to deal with at times, but you have to like her. Angela and Laura are the newest nurses and the youngest. Angela is several years older than me and has just moved to hospice from the ICU. She has lots of knowledge, but she doesn't spout it off and is willing to learn. Laura is the youngest at only 24, but she so sweet and kind the patient's adore her. Mychelle is the on-call nurse and the one I know the least, but she's very thorough which I love because I need to know things that happen when I'm in bed at night. As for Gayle, if you're going to die, you want her as your nurse. I have never met a sweeter woman in my life.
The others we work with are CNAs, which I have learned are a dime a dozen. Not a week passes when I don't get a call from a CNA looking for a job. And the ones we have seem to come and go, so I don't get to know them as well. But a few of them I know and like. Ellen and I talk almost every morning about whatever. Perla spoils me - and everyone else. Janelle you just have to like because she is so open and friendly. And Louise is worthy of admiration...for she is 71 years old and still does this job part time.
Then there are the chaplains and the social worker. It might surprise you to know that hospice companies are required by law to have a chaplain and do a spiritual assessment even if the patient refuses chaplain services. We have two: Mike and Bob. And they are as different as night and day in their personalities, although not their theology. Mike is loud and friendly. Bob is quiet and subdued. I enjoy chatting with both of them, often discussing Scripture and doctrine. Today Mike and I discussed divorce (which we agree on). And then there is Jane, who is about 27 and new at her job but very good at it. At times she seems a bit overwhelmed, but I would be too if I had her job. Still, she is very cheerful and helpful.
And, outside of the hospice business, there is a home care business in the office which is just starting up and I have helped with on occasion. Tori is the DON, RN and Administrator. A former hospice nurse, she spends most of the time spinning circles as she tries to get this business on its feet. But I have learned she wouldn't know what to do with herself if she wasn't dizzy. And she has one nurse, Julie, who I am still getting to know but is nice and a great asset to Tori.
Those are the people I work with. The people who keep me in this office. The people that make me laugh when I want to cry, teach me things I've no clue about, and help me to be a success. Praise God for great co-workers!
Thursday, October 7, 2010
How strong is faith? Strong enough to be sent away from the one you love? To be given a small child to care for? To become someone you are not? To trust the one you love to do what is best for you even if you cannot understand?
Ruth Livingston’s faith has endured much. Her father’s ministry in New York City is difficult and now he has been falsely accused of a horrendous crime. For her protection; he sends her away, gives her an identity far from her own, and places in her care a young child. He promises to send for her as soon as he is acquitted yet when that day comes, tragedy follows.
Now Ruth must stand alone, keep the secrets entrusted to her, and hope no one will discover who she really is. But that becomes harder and harder to do with newspapermen searching for her. And who is the young man that lives along the river? Can she trust him? Or is he also trying to discover her secrets?
It is hard for us to understand the trials our loving God sends us, but how would our faith grow without them?
This book was provided by Bethany House Publishers for review purposes.
Monday, October 4, 2010
Texas Thankfulness #2
They say that if you have one close friend your whole life, you are blessed indeed. Well, the Lord has doubly blessed me for I have two. First there is Allyson who I miss dreadfully. And then there is…
Jenny. Jenny and I met in 1996 just months after I moved to Texas for the second time in my life with my family. We were both sixteen years old. In fact, we are only eleven days apart in age. Jenny is older.
The other day, Jenny told me when she first met me she couldn’t figure out what was wrong with me. For I would hardly say two words together. (I’ve grown since then but in a group I barely know, I still won’t say two words together.) So how we ever became such good friends, I’m not sure. It just happened. We were thrown together a lot. Jenny took me to lunch for my birthday several times. And, later, we would recite our memory verses of the week to each other over the phone. After I moved away, she was the one friend I would call up and chat with every month or so. She visited me in New Hampshire for a week, where I drove her all over the place to see the sights of New England. And I would see her if I came to visit Texas. All in all, I guess we just have a lot in common. But then we are also very different.
Jenny is actually how I got my job down here. I work for her dad. And I see her every week on Tuesday when we go walking together all over her neighborhood. I also see her most weekends. We went on a road trip this past May. I’ve spent nights at her house when her family is out of town, and she keeps me company when my grandfather is gone. We go to movies, shopping and shows. And we even talk on the phone now and then.
But most of all, Jenny is a role model for me. For you see, Jenny is legally blind. She was born three months prematurely and when they gave her oxygen, they gave her too much and damaged her eyesight for life. She will never be able to drive, but when I met her she played the piano and flute, cross-stitched, and read all the time. Today she is a paralegal and very good at what she does. In truth, I have no idea how much she can and cannot see. I usually forget she has sight problems at all.
It has been great to already have a friend in place upon my arrival in Texas. Otherwise, I think I would have run home a long time ago…
Saturday, October 2, 2010
Truly, Laughter is a Good Medicine
It's been one of those weeks. I have a project on my desk that is HUGE and TIME CONSUMING. My boss warned me last week not to be the silent sufferer - which is my nature. If I got overwhelmed, he wanted to know. Well, he found out Friday afternoon about 4 o'clock. I didn't tell him I had hit my overwhelming point, but I think he got the picture.
Honestly, I didn't start Friday that way and it wasn't heading towards ending that way...until 4 o'clock. That's when my boss stepped into the office for the first time all day and I began to hear "Melissa..." every ten minutes. And every time I heard the name my father so kindly bestowed upon me over 30 years ago, it was followed by another project that will take at least an hour to complete or is impossible. But, of course, I am the office manager. Therefore I do the impossible...or that is what my boss seems to think at times. I'd like to see him wring money out of a the government.
Or complete the project he landed on my desk by October 13...in between billing, answering the phone, jumping up every fifteen minutes to "save the world" and smile while doing it all. Because it's not going to happen. The problem is, he doesn't understand what doing this project means. He thinks you simply push a button and 900 pages sort themselves with page numbers. God creates order by His voice. Office managers do not. Which my boss will discover on Monday when we have a little talk.
So I entered my weekend frustrated and not a little upset. Sorely in need of a little rest and laughter. That night, I received some really good news I could rejoice in. And, today, my friend Jenny and I went to see the movie You Again. I laughed until my sides ached. And I forgot all the concerns that will hit me upside the head bright and early Monday morning.
Laughter does amazing things, doesn't it? What an amazing gift from our Heavenly Father.
Honestly, I didn't start Friday that way and it wasn't heading towards ending that way...until 4 o'clock. That's when my boss stepped into the office for the first time all day and I began to hear "Melissa..." every ten minutes. And every time I heard the name my father so kindly bestowed upon me over 30 years ago, it was followed by another project that will take at least an hour to complete or is impossible. But, of course, I am the office manager. Therefore I do the impossible...or that is what my boss seems to think at times. I'd like to see him wring money out of a the government.
Or complete the project he landed on my desk by October 13...in between billing, answering the phone, jumping up every fifteen minutes to "save the world" and smile while doing it all. Because it's not going to happen. The problem is, he doesn't understand what doing this project means. He thinks you simply push a button and 900 pages sort themselves with page numbers. God creates order by His voice. Office managers do not. Which my boss will discover on Monday when we have a little talk.
So I entered my weekend frustrated and not a little upset. Sorely in need of a little rest and laughter. That night, I received some really good news I could rejoice in. And, today, my friend Jenny and I went to see the movie You Again. I laughed until my sides ached. And I forgot all the concerns that will hit me upside the head bright and early Monday morning.
Laughter does amazing things, doesn't it? What an amazing gift from our Heavenly Father.
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