This is going to sound like complaining. Really it's just me growing reality in my life. "Embracing" reality would probably be the more commonly used phrasing. However you take this blog, I simply need to make a list of all that has happened to me this summer--all that things that would have been alright to handle if they had happened individually with breaks, yet they all happened at seemingly the same time. Some of them allowed me more time to breathe afterwards than others. Maybe you can relate, or maybe you can just be amazed like I am.
I graduated from college in May, and for the first time since I was five, I was no longer considered a student. A break from school was long overdue, but I did enjoy furthering my education and miss it more now than ever.
I moved back in with my parents for a while, worked a few six-day weeks, then started staying with my aunts on most nights.
In June, Ben began hinting that he'd like for me to be closer. Since I didn't have a full-time job, and he had also been indicating near-future marriage plans, I thought his hometown would be the best place to look. It was Ben who sent me the link to apply for a job at Terminix. It was God who allowed me to get it.
A month later, I moved out of the house that I'd lived in since before I was born. God allowed me to move into a home in Anderson for good rent. I'm so thankful for that. However, it has been quite a transition to come home to a strange house alone in the middle of new town. It's also been a transition to not have friends in that town. Ben is really the only person I know here. He lives about 15 minutes away in his own empty house.
Consequentially, it is pretty transitional for my boyfriend to have his own house. Call me sentimental, but not being able to share it with him has been one of the most difficult things I've ever faced.
I am so thankful to have a job right now. So many people with families to support are struggling to find one. As thankful as I am, it is still not an ideal situation in the office. I feel as though I've stepped into a battle field waving a Swiss flag. . . 40 hours each week.
Somewhere in that, I found time to go to the dermatologist, who removed a mole and placed yet another scar on the skin I'm already self-conscious about. The testing deducted "bad cells" (a.k.a pre-melanoma). Disturbing in the least. He decided to take more tissue, a deeper, wider, stitched scar, but the second results came back risk-free. Praise God for that. And I'm a little more at ease about the scar now than I was at first. I have to be careful not to be too vain, right?
Now, I may have to move out of the house I just moved into by the end of September. I know of a couple places I could go, but I have no idea where is best for me to be.
To top it all off, one of my nearest friends revealed some super heavy stuff to me. God is gracious in relieving my burdens, but the after shock of all this is nearly as unbearable as the events themselves. I didn't write this to draw attention to me; I wrote it because no one has seen it all lumped together . . . and that's how I see it. God is so faithful to me. He's brought me through all this in one piece, and hopefully one better piece. There's more to come. It's inevitable. For me and for you. When it rains, it really does pour. God will be the same great God for you that He's been for me. Trust that.
And, if you've read through this collection of occurrences, will you please just say a sincere prayer for me? One will do. Thanks.
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