Time is quickly stolen away as I realize it has been ten days since I last put my thoughts into a posting. My weekdays are consumed with work and I am so mentally exhausted at the end of the 10-12 hours, I cannot think of anything except doing nothing. The weekends are a dash of running errands, church activities and trying to cram time in with family and friends. When I woke this morning, I could not believe Saturday and Sunday had already come to a close.
This morning actually consisted of my husband waking me at eight minutes after seven. For a point of reference, I usually leave the house at 7:05 am each day. That should give you a quick understanding of how my Monday started with a bang. Before I could get to the car, one of my employees was calling to tell me she would be out sick today. I tried to force my brain into action as I reviewed what else was going on today. It had already escaped my memory that I had one employee coming in at 10, one at 11 and a third running late due to a family situation. The remaining two were not due until 9 and there was an additional staff member beginning orientation today. It all became a harsh reality when I was the only one in the clinic at 8am and the patients were pouring in. The poor new girl's orientation consisted of her watching me run around like a chicken with its head cut off for the first 2 hours.
Just two months ago I was so terribly worried about not having a job at all. Praying and asking others to pray God would provide something before my final paycheck ran out. Ironic isn't it and a quick reminder to be careful what you wish for lest it become reality. Please don't misunderstand, I am VERY grateful to have this job. We are blessed for the income and I am learning such a great deal each day. The Lord has entrusted me with a mission field which I haven't quite figured out how to plant, sow and harvest as yet. However, I find myself at times feeling quilty and a bit irritated at the lost time. More so when I remember how much of that time I wasted in my last job.
I have now resorted to washing a load of clothes at night and putting them in the refridgerator until morning where I can pop them into the campus dryer for my husband to watch over them. I still haven't been preparing proper meals even though the kitchen is adequate, the oven is now working and the cupboards are stocked. We had planned for me to help my husband with the church work; however, now I come home each day and he has done everything by himself. He is also doing the majority of the shopping, the errand running, the phone calls, the taking care of the dog and whatever else I lay on his plate for the day. Let's don't even mention that my hopes of having a women's bible study in place and the children's lessons planned a month in advance are a total dream at this point.
Generally, I find myself flying by the seat of my pants and I am not happy about it. This posting is being written at 1 am. Why, you ask? Because the hospital phone rang and after taking care of the call I could not go back to sleep because another wave of guilt hit me about not posting regularly. It only got worse when I looked at my statistics for the blog and saw how few people have visited the site and why should they - I haven't written anything. As I struggle to sort it all out, I wonder if there is any way I can fix this time problem. Perhaps I can ask you to pray for me in that way.
In His service
Mally
This morning actually consisted of my husband waking me at eight minutes after seven. For a point of reference, I usually leave the house at 7:05 am each day. That should give you a quick understanding of how my Monday started with a bang. Before I could get to the car, one of my employees was calling to tell me she would be out sick today. I tried to force my brain into action as I reviewed what else was going on today. It had already escaped my memory that I had one employee coming in at 10, one at 11 and a third running late due to a family situation. The remaining two were not due until 9 and there was an additional staff member beginning orientation today. It all became a harsh reality when I was the only one in the clinic at 8am and the patients were pouring in. The poor new girl's orientation consisted of her watching me run around like a chicken with its head cut off for the first 2 hours.
Just two months ago I was so terribly worried about not having a job at all. Praying and asking others to pray God would provide something before my final paycheck ran out. Ironic isn't it and a quick reminder to be careful what you wish for lest it become reality. Please don't misunderstand, I am VERY grateful to have this job. We are blessed for the income and I am learning such a great deal each day. The Lord has entrusted me with a mission field which I haven't quite figured out how to plant, sow and harvest as yet. However, I find myself at times feeling quilty and a bit irritated at the lost time. More so when I remember how much of that time I wasted in my last job.
I have now resorted to washing a load of clothes at night and putting them in the refridgerator until morning where I can pop them into the campus dryer for my husband to watch over them. I still haven't been preparing proper meals even though the kitchen is adequate, the oven is now working and the cupboards are stocked. We had planned for me to help my husband with the church work; however, now I come home each day and he has done everything by himself. He is also doing the majority of the shopping, the errand running, the phone calls, the taking care of the dog and whatever else I lay on his plate for the day. Let's don't even mention that my hopes of having a women's bible study in place and the children's lessons planned a month in advance are a total dream at this point.
Generally, I find myself flying by the seat of my pants and I am not happy about it. This posting is being written at 1 am. Why, you ask? Because the hospital phone rang and after taking care of the call I could not go back to sleep because another wave of guilt hit me about not posting regularly. It only got worse when I looked at my statistics for the blog and saw how few people have visited the site and why should they - I haven't written anything. As I struggle to sort it all out, I wonder if there is any way I can fix this time problem. Perhaps I can ask you to pray for me in that way.
In His service
Mally
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