Saturday, February 22, 2020

Rain on My Parade.

Today is 02/22/2020.   All of these 2s this past week and I have not been able to celebrate them, or commemorate them.  I have not been able to write a word.  It has been a busy week, so busy. 

Monday came and went and I made plans for the week.  I sat and soaked in the day.  I had to work on President's Day so there were some things that I had to do.  Tuesday was another busy day.  There was a lot of running around to do and students were even more interesting because of President's Day.  That evening, I went home tired and got my children to drag them to the basketball game.  It was our final one.  I don't usually go because when I go they lose.  This is a solid pattern.  I tend to not go to the basketball games, but I went to this one.  I left early but not early enough.  They lost. 

Wednesday was church and open house.  I had such a day that I didn't even get to put on make up.  My dear friend, Kayla came to Arizona to visit and in her plans, she brought me a wonderful cup of coffee.  It was good to see her.  I had to run home, get the kids, change and then come back to work.  I changed my clothes and put on my make up in the car.  I then went to church to pick up the kids. 

Thursday was parent teacher conferences after work.  More running around and less time to relax.  There were classes to teach.  There were fires to put out.  Every day I am counting down my days to the end.

Friday was a full day of work.  Melissa, sweet friend and sister, brought my children to church.  What did I do?  Did I go on a hot date?  LOL!!!  I met up with another dear friend and sister, Jenny.  I had missed her.  I needed her to speak truth and pray with me.  I needed to bring her into my life.  Anya made it a threesome where we laughed and for a little while were with people we knew loved us as we were and not with any other thing added. 

I had planned a day for Saturday.  Wake up early and go on a hike.  We bought Gatorades and we prepped.  At night, Indira called me to tell me it would rain.  I imagined a drizzly walk up the mountain.  It was late when I heard it rain.  I would wake up periodically and hear it rain... literally on my parade.  After the hike there were other things I had planned and then there was the dinner at church.  I hate the rain.  I appreciate what it does but I don't know if I could ever move to Seattle.  All my well laid plan were way laid. 

I am sad now.  I am thinking about the things that the busyness were keeping at bay.  It is the end of a chapter.  I told a co-worker that it would be last year.  She was a former student.  I told her it was my last year and she cried.  I cried.  Esther cried. I know that there are tears coming up the pike, many many tears.  I am waiting.  I hate waiting.  I am waiting for the rain to stop.  I am waiting for answers.  I am waiting for and on God.  There is a plan in place.  All of these changes that are happening are combining for a reason.  I am tired of waiting out all of the rain currently happening in my life. 

What am I supposed to do while waiting?  I am finishing up my degree.  I am finishing up my school year. I am trying to decide what comes next.

Hosea 12:6
"Therefore return to your God, Observe kindness and justice, And wait for your God continually."

Psalm 27:14
"Wait for the LORD, Be strong and let your heart take courage; Yes, wait for the LORD."

Psalm 37:7
"Rest in the LORD and wait patiently for Him; Do not fret because of him who prospers in his way, Because of the man who carries out wicked schemes."

Psalm 123:2
"Behold as the eyes of servants look to the hand of their master, As the eyes of a maid to the hand of her mistress, So our eyes look to the LORD our God, Until He is gracious to us."

Jeremiah 14:22
"Are there any among the idols of the nations who give rain? Or can the heavens grant showers? Is it not You, O LORD our God?  Therefore we hope in You, For You are the one who has done all these things." 

Okay.  I wait.  God works.  He brings the rain and the sun.  Praise the LORD!!!

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