Readjusting...Redirecting

I have written in a while....I think I've felt stuck; something of a kind of writers block of my whole life. Work has been challenging from dealing with teenage girls' attitudes, suicide watch and physical restraints. I was told last week that I would know Monday (yesterday) whether or not I was going to continue my job as a PRN (as needed, in any cottage) or if I would become a permanent child care counselor in the cottage I've been in for the past two months. I still haven't heard anything. BUT my attitude has changed about this decision that awaits me. I was apprehensive about taking on this new position in just one cottage, but talking with one of the girls last night got me thinking. I was telling her that the situation she was in seemed like it sucked because in the present, frankly, it did. She was in trouble, but this was only one little bump on a road that goes somewhere only God knows right now. We are so stuck in this single perspective thinking, with our side-blinders on, that we forget that God is outside of time, and His plan for us and His love for us means that NOTHING can be against us. The only thing that we can do is admit the defeat of our worldly selves and ask God's forgiveness, then hand it over to Him. Just give up. We can't do anything on our own.

So I'm giving this up. I'm not looking for a 9 to 5. I'm not considering the pros and cons of both positions. I'm just giving it up to Him. He's in control, and His plan is way better than anything that I could even consider.

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On another positive note, my parents came to visit me last week. It was a really nice break from the patterns of sleeping in, Ramen noodle eating, and work going. They came on Wednesday night (at midnight) and left Friday night.

Thursday morning, we took Chewy (mom's Pomeranian) and walked to the coffee shop near Mercer University. It's about a mile from my apartment and it was a really nice, cool morning. We stayed there for a while, enjoying coffee, breakfast and conversation. Then, we walked back slowly, stopping at the local dog park and admiring local architecture. We ate lunch at a great Greek place downtown. It was so pretty outside that we ate outside at a table on the sidewalk. In two days I think I did more exploring of downtown Macon that I've been able to do in the three months I've lived here.

The weather was perfect. We filled two days with just enough to feel productive (building me a desk and getting a mattress topper for my bed), relaxed (afternoon naps and slow strolls through town),  and fellowshipped (for lack of a better word).

We got to eat dinner with Walker on Thursday and he and his mother on Friday. We only ate at local places and we learned so much about the city, I felt like I was on vacation. It was  just a really nice time. I am incredibly grateful that my parents broke away from their lives to come see me.

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I'm ready for Thanksgiving in the Carolinas. I'm ready for the smell of the cold air and the warmth of family. I'm ready to hear folk music and spend time with friends who have become family. 46 days. Not that anyone's counting.