Hangin' in There

[I've tried forty bazillion times to get this thing to put a space between paragraphs. I don't know enough about how it works to know why it won't do it, so I apologize for the run-together look. KM]

Well, the new job is GREAT! My boss is a really smart and wonderful lady. So far, I have created a database for keeping track of the media in the Program library, and I have read magazines and indexed articles by subject. If you know me, you know that two of my favorite things are working on the computer and reading, so I've really enjoyed the first three weeks of my job!

The injuries from the car wreck? Not as great as the new job. I'm better, but not good. I see another doctor on Monday. I've had some unpleasant side effects from the medication, but they've been resolved with additional medication. I still don't sleep well, and I still have pain and take meds when I get home. But, it is getting better and I AM GRATEFUL THAT I WASN'T INJURED MORE SERIOUSLY OR KILLED. The car can be fixed, and the physical injuries can heal. (I'm saying that for me, not you. I have to reinforce positive thinking so this whole wreck thing doesn't eat me alive.)

My car has been at the shop since the day after the accident. (That's three weeks ago today, if you're counting. And if you're not, I'm telling you anyway because I want you to know my frustration. Have you noticed the weather getting cooler? That's what I call "sunroof weather", and it doesn't last long. The rental doesn't have a sunroof, so I really am missing it right now.) The insurance adjuster didn't go look at it until a week after the accident, so they didn't start working on it until two weeks ago. Today, I got a call from body shop and they said my car is going to the paint shop now and will be ready the middle of next week. Yea! It might still be sunroof weather when I get it back! (See, I can handle postive thinking.)

Seriously, if you look at the past six months of my life, you might think one of two things, depending on whether or not you see the glass as half full or half empty: 1) It sucks to be me; or 2) I'm so glad that God is here to carry me during these trying times. I'd totally be lying if I told you that I've been focusing on God. I've hardly spoken to Him. I've just about gone off the deep end lately, what with crises cropping up in my professional organization that no one else could seem to handle, preparing for fall festival at Leyden's school, the new job, getting up a full hour earlier to be at the new job, grieving for my grandparents, worrying about my Dad, worrying about how my house will get clean and my laundry will get done since I'm out of commission, dealing with this annoying pain that I can't get rid of. The walls are closing in on me, and God has been waiting patiently for me to turn to Him to handle all my stress, but I've been holding on to it tightly, almost yelling at Him, "NO! These are MY problems and I will deal with them!" (And my parents said nobody knows what they went through raising me.)

He's there, waiting. All I have to do is give all this stuff to Him, and He will take care of it. And the best part? He knows the best way to handle it all. Every tiny detail is important to Him, and He will tend to every single one. Why am I holding on to it? Like most people, I think I can handle things better myself. I need to let it go. After all, Jesus said He would give us rest when we are weary and burdened with life's troubles... "Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest," Matthew 11:28. Sounds like a plan to me!