Happy Sabbath,
I had a good week this week and thank God that I could see another Sabbath day. I went to church today and am glad to have run into someone who has not been to church in some weeks. Actually, a few days ago, I was looking through my phone and was thikning about numbers to delete. I don’t like to make myself vulnerable and share certain details about my life. I have a very limited list of people who I have done this with but because of my work and other responsibilities, I don’t make myself available. I deleted certain numbers from my phone and came across hers but decided to keep it. I recently also deleted a work client’s number from my phone because they were removed from my caseload.
I received an email late Thursday from my supervisor asking me if I would consider taking that client back. I enjoyed working with her but I dropped her mainly because I had an embarassing performance when I first started working with her. Her team requested me back because I worked with her for the longest I guess and because the others did not last that long. Now I have to add her number back. I haven’t worked with her since July. Today, when talking with the person who’s number I kept, I saw that I also have not talked with her since July either after viewing my phone history.
I thought she moved to another town but she is still stuck staying with her parents. She, her husband and two young children live in their parent’s home and she endures verbal abuse almost daily by her parents. We talked about parenting and some how I ended up talking about some difficult times I went through. Doing so brought unexpected tears and at a time when the church was closing up and people walked in. I thank God that I had an opportunity to talk to someone who shares similar challenges to mine. She offered some advice that I am going to try with my son and it’s just nice to talk to someone who is as nice as her and genuine in their concern. I’ve been going to this church for over a year consistently yet those who are members do not know or try to know me or others like her who come. I am not looking for a church family and if I was, I’d be very disappointed at least with this experience. The most touching experiences I’ve had were through the visitors who come. They come with thankfulness, a testimony, and a word to encourage others.
My son has been having a difficult time at school behaviorally. This is something else I’m praying about. He starts having trouble around nap time and rebels against the teacher and aids (hitting others, kicking/damaging property, etc..).
I pray that I can provide a stable safe environment for my son. I want to be better a my job. I don’t want my client or others to regret taking me back and I want to make a positive difference in the lives of others. I want the Lord to help me use my gifts for His purpose. I was asked last Sabbath to come today and play piano for Sabbath school. I am glad to have the opportunity to do so once again. I’ve received mixed responses about this, but I am still encouraged to do so if asked. This makes me think about another lady I sometimes see at church. She just told me today that she would see me take the train and I never saw her. If you see me getting off the train at your stop or anything of that nature, why not stop and say hello? I’ve been on this train for over 2 years around the same time and I’m just now hearing this. So I’m not going to church for a church family. I’m going because I want to hear His word, be encouraged and encourage others with testimonies, and to have my son learn what truth is.
I want to be a better mother and a better daughter of God. There is a lot to pray about and work on. My son is coughing and sick right now so I have to go, but I just wanted to come on here to publically thank the Lord for bringing me through another week safe and sound. There is always something to be thankful for. Thank the Lord today for the blessings He has given you in your life.
Saturday, November 4, 2017
Unexpected
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