A Blessed Mess Blog

Okay, so the interview this morning didn't quite work out.  The recruiter was great and very upfront which I appreciated.  Unfortunately, the position required weekend work...again.  So maybe I should be more thankful for the position I do  have.  I don't work weekends right now.  Maybe the early hours aren't so bad...no...it's hurting my family so I must press on!  I feel so strongly that God wants me to look elsewhere for better hours so I can make my family life better.  It's just going to be harder than I thought.  As a matter of fact, I submitted inquiries to 2 more companies just this morning.  I even went so far as to call Baptist in Little Rock to see if they offered at home positions in the transcription department, and of course they're all in-house.  So now I have this new laptop, this state of the art top of the line foot pedal with top of the line software that didn't come here for free and I have yet to find a way to g...

You're probably not gonna believe this, but I'm actually going to do a positive blog entry!  Yep, I know!  You're as stunned as I am!  It's not something I do very often, if ever, even.  I'm just reflecting on things and how life is going.  All that whining and complaining I do day to day has a way of chipping away at the joy God has given me.  No matter how bad things get, there is always something good in the midst of it... always.  My failure to see that is just a reflection of how weak I am and how easily I let my faith fall flat.  You see, I have a job, granted it's not the most wonderful job in the world and I don't make a whole lot of money and the hours (as you have heard me gripe about more than you want to) are bad, but it's a job.  I am healthy.  My family is healthy.  This will not always be and I know that.  God has allowed me to wake up another day and I have the assurance of knowing I am saved by His son, Jesus, ...

I'm trying to type this as quietly as possible so no one will hear me.  It's 11:50 pm on this Wednesday night.  We managed to get into bed, Sophie, Ruthie Belle, and myself, before 9:00 pm which is great being it's the first week of school.  Sunday night, though, Sophie was up literally all night throwing up with diarrhea so her first day of school was delayed until Tuesday.  All the while little RB talked of her turn getting sick and when it happened would I take care of her?  I reassured her all week as did Travis when he was here.  Still, she kept waiting for her turn to be sick.  Amazingly, her turn came tonight around 10:30.  I was sound asleep.  I awoke to gagging and the ominous sound of upchucking coming from her room followed by her soft sobs and tears.  "Great" was the first thought that ran through my head followed quickly by "not again."  Please don't think of me as inconsiderate because it broke my heart to have another...