… that eighth month of pregnancy.
Patience. Waiting on Devine Timing. I think I understand the struggles of a recovering addict.
Got the job I wanted!
I start next month.
Found the house I wanted! Perfect for me! Right in town! Finally… city utilities!! Buh-bye septic! Close to my new job! Been on the market for almost a year!
Somebody puts a contract on it… the very first day I go in for training.
Three-day out-of-body experience.
Pulling feathers out of my butt. Full Monte cussing and yelling rant while pacing all around the house. The chinking doesn’t really do much for the logs. But the glass in those windows must be pretty thick.
Phase 2. Quiet and angry. At least I’m being quiet.
Phase 3. Sad.
Phase 4. Finally. The crying begins. The dam breaks. And I just let it go… feeling the disappointment pouring out. Get it out of my system so I can get back up again.
With all that’s gone on for so long… it was long overdue and I just could not remain peaceful to pacify the planet.
But I got back up.
Just as I kept going back for interviews until I got that job… I’ll keep window shopping for houses until God finally bends!!!
In the meantime… I’m repotting everything I can get my hands on. And I bring something else home to repot… every time I hit a store. 🙅
Nothing wrong with bringing something home to shower with love and kindness!😉
My Morning's Heart 