This is me

This is me
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I am fifty something, married with grown children and grown stepchildren and 5 grandchildren. I was telling someone the other day you used to try to find yourself when you were 18. I have been so many people since then I have no idea who I am. : )

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Be Careful what you Pray for

For the last few months I have been praying about our finances and Monty working out of town. I seem to have a lot of time on my hands so I have felt guilty about not working but in this recession I have talked to several women around my age that are looking for work and can find nothing, so I haven't been seriously looking but I have prayed over the last few months that if the Lord wanted me to go back to work, I would, even though I dearly love being at home. I also told him he would have to open a door and drop the job on me because I had no clue where to begin looking and lo and behold someone called me out of the clear blue to offer me a part time job. I have just been dumbfounded all day. I really thought the Lord was going to open a door for a special ministry just for me, but instead he has opened the door for a part time job. (I do realize we minister wherever we are, this just seems bizarre to me at present). It is the kind of job I would want if I was going to work, meeting the public, taking payments, answering the phone, easy stuff that you don't have to take home with you, and it also happens to be (I was told by the boss) that the office is filled with dedicated christians that pray together. Well, I guess you couldn't ask for more than that. I am thankful that he hears us and answers our prayers and we should never be surprised because he doesn't think the way we do, so His options for our lives are usually different than what we would choose. Hopefully though this has something to do with bringing my husband back to the metroplex to work. God is good all the time, all the time God is good. Thank you for blessing me Heavenly Father.

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