So, I'm sitting in Starbucks, once again surfing the web for jobs. I take a break to write a blog post and what pops up? Yes, my old blog! Go figure. I guess I'll pick up where I left off with Vintage Girl 901 in hopes of connecting again with some of my favorite bloggers that I thought were forever in Blog Never-land.
As many of your know, I turned in my notice at The Waters. I can't tell you how much better I feel, well felt. My last day is Friday just in time to enjoy the Holidays and take care of my daughter as she delivers our newest grandson. However, reality has hit and Mr. H. is about to panic. Now I'm in panic mode and sitting at Starbucks, beginning another application process. Certainly not where I want to be right now. I keep saying, my life doesn't look like what I thought it would at this point. But it could always be worse.
I was getting out of bed the other night to make my nightly run as mother nature called. Having lived in the same home for 30+ years, I'm still trying to open the bedroom door in the same way that I always have. Our door was always a right-handed door. We now have a left-handed door. I grabbed for the knob and almost knocked myself out. It wasn't there. Why did the door move? Something that has always been a familiar habit is now a strange nightly occurrence.
In thinking about home and opening doors, I couldn't help but think about "open doors." I'm still trying to figure out what God is trying to say to me. He keeps impressing "doors" on my heart. Sometimes the door that I am trying to open feels like I am opening it the wrong way. Sometimes it seems I am trying to turn a knob that is not there. I feel like I am constantly bumping into closed doors. Maybe the door that I walked in for 30+ is not the door that I should walk through now. There's a "Word" there! Maybe I never heard it like I thought I did. I'm rambling and asking God to show what my next step should be. I've been perfectly at peace, but outside voices from within (me) and from without (Mr. H) are calling out my name.
Pray for Mr. H to trust quietly.
Pray that God will reveal Truth to me, that I will not let the voice of the enemies resound louder than the voice of God. Pray for only the right doors to open. Pray for all the wrong doors to close. Pray that when there is no door to walk through that I will quietly sit and wait and not knock a hole in the wall to get out. God is beside me, I will not be moved.
He hems me in before and behind, and I am not between a rock and a hard place. I am held in His embrace.
For a couple of weeks, I'll listen to Him and enjoy my little ones.
I can't even!
As many of your know, I turned in my notice at The Waters. I can't tell you how much better I feel, well felt. My last day is Friday just in time to enjoy the Holidays and take care of my daughter as she delivers our newest grandson. However, reality has hit and Mr. H. is about to panic. Now I'm in panic mode and sitting at Starbucks, beginning another application process. Certainly not where I want to be right now. I keep saying, my life doesn't look like what I thought it would at this point. But it could always be worse.
I was getting out of bed the other night to make my nightly run as mother nature called. Having lived in the same home for 30+ years, I'm still trying to open the bedroom door in the same way that I always have. Our door was always a right-handed door. We now have a left-handed door. I grabbed for the knob and almost knocked myself out. It wasn't there. Why did the door move? Something that has always been a familiar habit is now a strange nightly occurrence.
In thinking about home and opening doors, I couldn't help but think about "open doors." I'm still trying to figure out what God is trying to say to me. He keeps impressing "doors" on my heart. Sometimes the door that I am trying to open feels like I am opening it the wrong way. Sometimes it seems I am trying to turn a knob that is not there. I feel like I am constantly bumping into closed doors. Maybe the door that I walked in for 30+ is not the door that I should walk through now. There's a "Word" there! Maybe I never heard it like I thought I did. I'm rambling and asking God to show what my next step should be. I've been perfectly at peace, but outside voices from within (me) and from without (Mr. H) are calling out my name.
Pray for Mr. H to trust quietly.
Pray that God will reveal Truth to me, that I will not let the voice of the enemies resound louder than the voice of God. Pray for only the right doors to open. Pray for all the wrong doors to close. Pray that when there is no door to walk through that I will quietly sit and wait and not knock a hole in the wall to get out. God is beside me, I will not be moved.
He hems me in before and behind, and I am not between a rock and a hard place. I am held in His embrace.
For a couple of weeks, I'll listen to Him and enjoy my little ones.
I can't even!
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