I have one more week to complete my January plan to finish it or forget it. I need to make a good push the next couple of evenings. I need to make sure I haven’t missed anything that I wanted to get resolved. It is unlikely I will get everything done as intended.
Those big frames are still causing a roadblock. I haven’t done the project I planned. It was actually about the third plan for one of three. I like the idea of the project. But, I don’t want that hanging on my wall. What was I thinking? Back to square one.
If I do what I promised myself, the frames have to leave on February 1. This late in the evening with the week I have had, I don’t know what the outcome will be regarding this matter.
Monday, I went in to the 9-5 in tears. We have an upcoming audit and I was certain a critical portion of documentation was missing. He knew of my dilemma and prayed all morning for me. That afternoon, I found the documentation in my file right where I would have looked had I not been so certain I didn’t have it. Not only was the paperwork there, it was complete. That is the power of a praying man. That is the mercy of a loving Father.
This evening, while riding home from church, I told him he has a red phone directly to Him. It’s one of those that doesn’t even have a dial. He just picks up and it rings in Heaven and He answers. He told me I have the same. I told him no. I have to dial my phone. Someday, perhaps I will have faith as large as his. Meanwhile, I am very grateful and blessed because of his direct red phone connection to Him.
I should have read “Lessons” Monday, before I left for the 9-5. I arrived to find my office floor partially flooded. A co-worker had moved some things from the floor to my desk top to protect them from damage. I appreciate her effort. The mess still left me with a negative attitude. I had that emotional reaction I wrote about avoiding last week.
That is the way all three of my work days have gone. I did have a few good things after work. My front flower bed got some attention. I found a good container and decorations for our candy bowl donations at the 9-5. Guesses of how many pieces of candy are sold to raise money for local charity. One of many projects my workplace does to help our community. I stopped by our newly opened dollar store and loaded a gift bag of goodies for my soon-to-be six year old great niece. Or is it grandniece?
Last weekend was a fine time with some friends. Festival going and boutique shopping finished off by my first try at a local Italian restaurant. My entrée was delicious! The coming weekend promises to be wonderful, too. I will see my all my little girls. Niece, grand nieces, daughter……..I have in mind to revisit a place from my distant past. It will depend on my daughter’s schedule.
I don’t expect the 9-5 to be much less stressful tomorrow. Too much to do in too little time. Mentally demanding tasks and a multitude of interruptions make for stress.
The simple beauty of things includes a fabulous white cloud gleaming in the sky before me all the way home. Then, at that same dollar store stop, I found Blue Bell’s Camo ice cream. I had forgotten about them introducing it. I had looked for it previously without success. Without paying much attention, it suddenly caught my eye in the freezer case. I need to wrap up this post and go get a bowl of it.
Now that I think about it, the week hasn’t been so bad after all. Once again, He has used my own keyboard to show me how wonderful is my life. He and I will get a big bowl of ice cream and be thankful for all the wonderfulness He is pouring into our life.
California Dream arriving in November and now a Texas Honey arriving in late April or early May. Those are the best beautiful blessings. Nine to five, weeds in the flower bed, a trick back, all those troubles fade away before the wonder of those two little ones.
My heart feels as billowy as that fine cloud I saw shining in the sky before me…………………