ramblings of a bored secretary. . .

Sometimes I hate my job. A guy hung up on to me today. If you really want to make me mad hang up on me. (maybe I shouldn't tell you that. . . ) It wasn't my fault his barn wasn't done yet. But he thought it was I guess. I was mad and had a nice little speech all written out for him in my head. Then I remembered I was supposed to be a Christian and tried to rearrange my attitude. Remind myself that he probably had a bad day, maybe a bad life, etc. Don't know if it helped much but after a while I got over it. =-) Then other times I love my job. A little black lady called and wanted to know about her barn. Made sure the driver didn't need directions and called me her "dear, hun". She thought that GPS' are the coolest things when I explained it all to her. (the fact that you can just write your desired location in this little computer type thing and it automatically directs you to it) She made my day a little brighter and like my job a bit better.

Tomorrow my family and I are traveling to see some long-lost cousins who reside in the state of New York. Ok so they're not long-lost but it feels like forever since I've seen them. It hasn't been forever either I just saw them last September but it still feels like it. I've been blessed with being a part of an extended family that I love being with. Not everyone has cousins that are just as much friends as cousins. =-) I'm going to a place where the weather has enough sense to know that it's still supposed to be winter not spring. Yes, this is gonna be fun. . .

I hate reading the news. I don't like the fact that a father stomped on his baby's head then once she was dead threw her into traffic. I hate hearing that some person just blew up lots of innocent people and themselves. I don't like knowing how many little babies are killed a day in abortion. I hate it when I hear of kids killing themselves or others. I don't want to know facts, like, how many women and children are beaten a day or which movie star killed themselves. This is the world to which I am called to minister. The world to which I am to be salt and light. I want to fix all these problems but I can't. I can only reach out to my little portion of the globe, let them see Jesus through me. Exactly how much am I making a difference?? That is a scary question.

In light of all the things I could be facing, I am incredibly blessed. I don't realize it or thank God for it nearly as often as I should. I take for granted that I always have someone to talk to. I never have to face life all alone. I don't have to be good enough for God to love me. He accepts me as I am. I've been noticing how many people in the Bible praised their way through storms. Instead of keeping on asking, they praised. Can't say that I do so great in that area. . . I, who have been blessed more often than not, can't say that?!? That's sad. . .