Tuesday, December 24, 2013

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas! 

I really can't believe how the holiday is literally upon us. I feel as though I blinked and two weeks were instantly fast forwarded to today. Buying gifts, slicing wrapping paper, Christmas parties, delicious food, family get togethers and of course normal day to day life has made the past two weeks so much fun, yet so busy. 

As I lay here in bed this morning, I can't help but swell with emotion for all the things I am grateful for. 

Right now my serenade is the soft rhythmic hum of little baby snores. She isn't to the age yet of running into my room to wake me up really early in anticipation of opening presents...and I'm so grateful. I'm going to soak up the last bit of 'baby' that is left in my otherwise wildly independent little girl. 

Right now I have Christmas presents under the tree from me, friends, unlikely people (that is another blog post in and of itself), and a wonderful Mr. who is joyfully choosing to tackle this crazy holiday with me. I couldn't ask for more. 

God has truly blessed my life in so many ways. He has answered prayers that I voiced to my beautiful community of prayer warriors, and he has answered the prayers that were so sacred to my heart that they were never shared. 

This Christmas, I am blessed beyond comprehension. 
This Christmas, I have been given the greatest gifts of all without touching the ones under the tree. 
This Christmas, I am kneeling before my Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father and Prince of Peace. 

My prayer today is that peace that really does surpass all understanding will reign in the hearts of all of my friends and family today. Peace regardless of loved ones lost. Peace that covers all wars; spiritual, physical, domestic, international. Peace that makes lasting memories with relatives near and far from our hearts. And lastly my prayer is that we will extend grace and love to all who cross our path because it has been extended to us far greater than we could ever repay. 

I love you, you who are reading this. I say it with all sincerity. 


Monday, December 23, 2013

Insideoutwardswords

My conversations with the Mr. yesterday.

*holding up a shirt*
'I think the shirt is inside outwards'
'Outwards? Is that a word?'
'Yeah I think so. Inward, outward'
'But I don't think it's plural.'
'It is now'

'Its just the same like I'm trapped in a dungeon and a dragon is climbing up to get me.'
'Not even close considering a dungeon is underground....'
'Well, he would be crawling up from the depths of the earth.'
'...yeeeaahhhhh ok...'

'I'm going to lay in bed, write a blog post and go to sleep. I don't really want to write, but if I write I will become a better writer. Then I will write a book and be on the New York Best Book Seller's list and make millions.'
'New York Times Best Seller List.' 
'....yeah, ya know, whatever'

This is exactly why I write. I'm sure by now my mind and tongue are jealous of my love affair between my typing fingers and the backspace key. It's nice to be able to try new phrases, use spell check and look up correct meanings of words. I find myself often asking, "Did that even make sense?" as I second guess my choice of words. At the end of the day I just have to trust that what was meant to be heard was heard and what was misconstrued will be brought to my attention to rectify.

My words are as inside outwards as that shirt. Don't question it, just go with the flow.


Thursday, December 19, 2013

The Wonder

There are few interactions as intentional as a two year old waiting for/helping with cracking peanuts. I loved watching her wait in wonder as she had never experienced this before. I loved how bright her eyes lit up as she showed me the magic she was witnessing. I loved when she out her hand on his arm waiting patiently for his assistance. 

 Don't lose the anticipation. Don't lose the excitement. Don't lose the wonder. 

Sunday, December 15, 2013

10pm

Hello my dear,

It's been a long while since we have been together. I can't remember the last time that we met. I miss you. I miss the deep breath of air and relaxation that you provide when I choose to meet you where you are. I know you are always there for me. I'm sorry for ignoring you. Please forgive me.

I love you, 10pm. 
I promise to spend more time with you this week because staying up late is so overrated. 

Sweet dreams...for me...literally. 
Kayla Jo

Saturday, December 14, 2013

Christmas Lights


I love Christmas. I love Christmas lights. I really can't wait to have a home so I can help light up the street for Christmas light enthusiasts like myself. It's true Christmas is always wonderful but it's even more wonderful this year. This year I had someone to hold my hand as we said our ooo's and ahh's over the display of lights. This year I had someone to laugh with as the sweetness exclaimed 'oh my word' with shouts of pure excitement. 

This year is different. A most wonderful kind of different. 






Friday, December 13, 2013

All Drafts

I have a couple draft posts waiting for me to hit that beautiful publish button. I'm dying to hear the familiar DING on my computer when I publish a brand new post. Hot of the press, I usually have to go back and read it over again to see what the people are seeing from my blog page instead of just what I see from a blank screen. I wonder if I would gain more motivation if I wrote on the actual blog page instead of just the white screen staring back at me.



I found this picture online today. I'm fairly certain it could be perfectly compared and matched to my brain scan at this moment.

Mommy, watch this!


It's official. The 'Mommy, watch this!' stage has begun.



Mommy, watch this! *cue silly face*
Mommy, watch this! *cue weird noise*
Mommy, watch this! *cue blanket over head*



Mommy, watch this! *cue looking at me through the holes of her crocheted blanket*
Mommy, watch this! *cue standing on one leg with her arms our stretched and one eye open*





Honestly, I love it. I love every minute of it. I love that she thinks its funny. When did my confidence fizzle in expressing myself through interpretive dance and things that I thought were funny? Where did that child-like mentality disappear to? She isn't analyzing whether or not her actions are appropriate or socially acceptable.  I love that she is crying out in her own 2 yr old way for love, affection and acceptance from me. The very fact that she does this is a prime example of our need for emotional acceptance by our loved ones.

What would change this week if you were intentional about loving your spouse or kids?

Are you loving them in the way that they receive love?

Are you assuming they know how you feel or are you expressing it?

Are you honest and open about what areas in your life you need love and acceptance? 

'What the world needs now is love, sweet love. It's the only thing that there's just too little of.' 

Romans 12:10 Love each other with genuine affection, and take delight in honoring each other. 




Nightmares

Dreams before 3 am, nightmares after 3 am. What if they came true?
Did I just wake up in the same position I fell asleep in? I know the sweetness didn't because I can feel her ice cold toes buried under the small of my back. She is still sleeping, though, which I am grateful for.

Am I rested? Is rest relative? Like coffee having the same effect whether it's decaf or not. I yawn as I finish the last gulp of my first cup of full caf coffee. The french vanilla creamer made a wonderful accent this morning. It's a good change from the fall/winter choices of caramel or pumpkin. And I've never much been a peppermint person.

My eyes are heavy but I have to put one foot in front of the other. A new day has begun. 

Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Sweet Day Dreams



"Home? Go home mommy?"

Oh I wish, little darling. I close my eyes and sigh deeply, inhaling the cold crisp air.

And suddenly I see us at home. Still in our pj's, we are eating a pancake breakfast and singing songs together. You get syrup on your pj's and end up stripping down but it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter because we are at home. Together. I wipe your face and hands and watch you race to your room only to emerge with the most obnoxiously mismatched outfit that you so proudly display with no reservation. You are too cute and creative for me to dare stifle that vision, so I encourage you and clean up from breakfast.

My sweet day dream is harshly interrupted by the cold breeze of another parent bringing their sweet baby to daycare. Oh yeah, we are at daycare. That beautiful picture of quality time with just me and you isn't my reality.

One day, my sweetness, one day things won't be like this.
God has bigger and better things planned for us. I just know it.

Monday, December 9, 2013

Filling the Pages

This morning while looking for an address to send to a coworker, the design on Google's homepage caught my attention.



It is remembering Grace Hopper for her 107th birthday. I clicked (this link) to read about her story since I didn't know who she was. One click led to another as I was overwhelmed with people who have done so much in their lives, good and bad. I saw people who were famous for standing up for the things they believe in. The articles on those people always leave me with a big question mark. It makes me wonder what really happened. What was going on during that person's life? What were they thinking? Did they feel as influential as Wikipedia is telling the world that they were?

I probably won't be in Wikipedia one day. I will probably live my life and die without the vast majority of the US knowing my name. I am completely ok with that idea. I don't feel like I have been called to be in the spotlight. But that doesn't give me an excuse to do nothing. I might not have a book written about me or a movie recounting how I saved humanity but I can make a difference in the hearts and minds of the people I love. I can experience miracles. I can be a part of something bigger than myself.

I can write my own book. Now for the fun part of filling those pages. 

Wednesday, December 4, 2013

Step-Memory 9 yrs old

She's so skinny. I wish I was that skinny. 
Her hair is so cute short. Maybe I should cut mine. 
She dresses nice. Her clothes are expensive. 
I like her car. The leather looks cool. 
She has a nice voice and a funny laugh. 
She's pretty. 
I think I like her. 

'You are no longer the only woman in your daddy's life. Don't even try to come live here because we'll ship you to boarding school. Got it?'

She's so bony. It's gross. My mom was prettier. 
Her hair is too short. My moms hair was way prettier. 
Her clothes are so ugly. Way too expensive. 
Her car is too small. The leather is too cold. 
Her voice shrieks and her laugh is annoying.
She's mean. 
I don't like her. 

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

The Cuteness Tactic

I see her out of the corner of my eye standing next to me. She is quietly waiting for me to acknowledge her as I finish typing an email for work on my phone. Then I hear, 'Hi' in the cutest yet most mischievous voice I have ever heard. I look over to see this face.



As if saying 'hi' with that cute little face is somehow going to change my answer from 'no', to 'sure you can eat that cough drop even though I've already told you no 3 times'. 

Sorry sweetness, your adorable factor won't alter my decision here. I can't make any promises of refusal if you ask me for cookies though. For some reason your cuteness usually overrides me on that one. 

Monday, December 2, 2013

I will try

On Sunday I woke up feeling like I had been run over by a truck. At least, that's what I imagine it would feel like but I can't say for sure as I have never actually been run over by a truck. (Thankfully!) Head pounding, joints aching, coughing, sneezing, labored breathing, eyes watering, abs and ribs sore from coughing, and so much pressure in my face and neck.

I thought I was getting better. Health-wise.

My house is a wreck. I tried to clean a little this weekend and going up and down the stairs sent me into a near-death experience of coughing. I couldn't breathe and it ended with the sweetness patting me on the back "Mommy ok. Mommy ok!" Not asking, but telling me that I was ok.

I thought I was getting better. House-wise.

It's hard to write about what God is teaching me if I'm not actually learning anything new. It's hard to learn anything new if I'm not actually spending time with Him. It's hard to sit down and read my Bible when all I have been doing at home is sleeping. The moment that I feel a slight sliver better than the minute before, I fill it with stuff that I think I need to do.

I thought I was getting better. Heart-wise.

It's so easy for me to feel like Proverbs 31 is a smack in the face of how far away I am from who I really want to be rather than a positive goal to strive for. I can see now that this sickness is begging me to slow down and just sit in His presence.

I will try to get better.

Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Expectations Unwrapped

Conflict arises when expectations are not met.

You ask your child to clean their room. They do not do as they are asked. You get frustrated.
This is an example that all parents understand. It's not just with cleaning rooms, but multiple issues. Just in the past couple days I have had several odd requests come out of my mouth towards the sweetness:

"Don't take your diaper off."
"Don't eat the stickers."
"Don't put your sandwich in the VCR."

Now my VCR is broken. I had the expectation that she wouldn't fathom putting a sandwich in the VCR. But hey, why not?

Or it might make more sense to think about it from the perspective of your job. Your boss gets frustrated that something isn't done, or isn't done correctly. They had expectations that were not met. Often times, those expectations were not communicated with the employee properly so they couldn't possibly have been met.

Personally, I think this is best shown in the example of marriage. Husband comes home from work expecting that he will get to relax and enjoy what he has worked hard for. Wife greets husband at the door expecting that she will have some help with the kids and maybe an adult conversation. Everyone has expectations of some sort. Sometimes they are met, sometimes they are avoided - intentionally or unintentionally.

Unintended expectations are all too often given the same responses as intended expectations which is obviously unfair. I am no doctor. I haven't done extensive research or taken polls on the human psychy or behavioral patterns. All I have are my own interpretations of this life and its happenings. It's my understanding that unintended expectations are part of the subconscious make-up. Can this make-up be altered or changed for the better? Yes, but it can't just be erased and re-written in two seconds. I think it would need to be conditioned, molded, and slowly refined to change. Sometimes a good motivation is needed (i.e. working out for the wedding night, saving money to buy a car, cleaning your house for a special guest arrival)

Think about the things that you do automatically. I put the toilet paper to roll over not under. When I clasp my hands so that my fingers interlock, my right thumb is on top. When I cross my arms over my chest, my left arm is on top. When I cross my legs, my left leg crosses over my right. I write with my right hand. This is natural for me. If I was forced to write with my left hand, I could learn to make that my natural routine. However, I wouldn't just decide to change to writing left-handed the next time I picked up a pen because it isn't natural. Unintended expectations work similarly to those small things.

One personal example of an unintended expectation would be my toilet seat. For most of my life I grew up in a house full of girls. I never had to worry about the toilet seat being up because my uncle was the only man in the house full of seven other woman. I'm sure that someone who grew up in a house full of boys wouldn't have the same type of hard-fastened expectation. Does it bother me when the toilet seat is up? Not at all, but it seems odd and definitely out of the ordinary for me. The way I see it, either I have to put it down or he has to put it up, so why does it have to be him all the time who moves the seat? If the seat is up, put it down. Easy, peasy, apple squeezy.

This is why being equally yolked with your husband/wife is so important. (I'm referencing untiended expectations not the toilet seat) As a Christian, raised in the church for the majority of my life, and as an avid lover of Jesus I have an unintended (and intended, but we'll get to that in a moment) expectation that not only will my family go to church on Sunday, but my children will be raised with God as the center of my home. As I have already experienced, this is a problem when you are married to someone who doesn't believe the same as you. I don't encourage you not to marry an unbeliever just because I said so, but because it will save you so much heart-ache in the end. I know, I know. I sound like a mom. But please, I beg you from my personal experience. Find someone who loves Jesus. It is so much better than anything you could have imagined. (And I'm speaking from experience here as well, with a huge cheesy grin on my face)

Intended expectations are a lot easier to change. I have found that the biggest problem with intended expectations not being met is that they aren't communicated effectively. Seems simple, right? It really is. But then again, I think that all problems have either a solution or a compromise that can be achieved agreeably with efficient communication. Intended expectations are asking your child to pick up their shoes, and you expect that they will be obedient. It is my experience that to receive the results that you desire in home, work, friendships, children, peers, or anyone else in a communicating relationship with you, there are three things that need to be communicated in your intended expectation: what, how and when.

First, what do you want to happen? You want a clean home. You want a report from an employee. You want a raise from your boss. You want a specific gift for your anniversary. You want to develop a relationship with someone. You want your husband to fix the gutter. You want your wife organize a dinner for your boss. The "what" of the intended expectation needs to be direct. It is very rare that when a person says "I don't care" that they really don't care. Don't be indecisive with what you want unless you don't really care. An indecisive "what" could produce a "what?!" response when you get a personal trainer coach ringing your doorbell instead of a coach purse in a pretty wrapped box.

Second, how do you want things done? Do you like surprises? Is your idea of a clean room a pathway from the bed to the door, out of sight out of mind, or neatly color-coordinated, labeled and organized? Were you thinking your husband should hire someone to fix the gutters since he almost broke his back last year? Did you want your wife to cook a specific meal that your boss loves or avoid something that your boss' wife is allergic to? Yes, it seems tedious, but if you want specific results, you have to make specific requests. Contrary to popular belief, people are not mind-readers.

Third, when did you expect this to be completed by? This is usually partly intended and partly unintended. If your first child was quick to do as asked, you may have an unintended expectation that the second child will be the same. If it is something that is important to you, then the 'when' is absolutely necessary to be communicated. Assuming the other person will complete the task when you want them to without it being verbally or visibly communicated with them is like asking them to guess a number between 1 and 3000. They might get it right, but the odds are not in their favor. In fact, you are inadvertently setting them up for failure. You have to actually tell your husband that you want the gutter fixed before the weekend because it's going to rain. You have to request in the email that your employee have the report to you before 3pm so that you can review it before you leave work. Again, people are not mind-readers. Set reasonable expected times of completion and give the other person the option to exceed those expectations instead of just meeting them.

Instead of asking your employee for the report, you should format your question like this:
"Employee Name (address them specifically- lets them feel valued and knows it is directly for them), can you please send me the aging report in excel format by 3pm?"

Instead of asking your child to clean up, you should be more specific:
"Sweetness, before you go outside can you please pick up your books and put them on the shelf?"

Instead of asking your wife to invite your boss and his wife over for dinner, the request could go something like this:
"Honey, I would like to invite Boss and BossWife over for dinner next Tuesday. His wife is allergic to shellfish so I really think they would enjoy your Shepherd's Pie."

Reading and re-reading over this makes it seem so simple to me, yet there are so many conflicts that arise from unmet expectations! Sometimes just taking that extra step of effort to communicate specifically is really all it takes. This simple act is the difference between your child feeling bad about not meeting your expectations and being able to rejoice with them when they obey happily. It is the difference between your husband feeling respected or ignored or your wife feeling loved or neglected. It is the difference between your employee feeling productive or stressing for your approval. You might not think it is important but the person on the receiving end will most likely feel more at ease.

One small difference in the wording of your request can change your unmet expectations into easy, comfortable encounters with positive results for all involved.

Monday, November 25, 2013

I don't know how you didn't see that


My heart is as heavy as it is thankful today. Look at this sweet face. Her sweet cheeks that still have a little baby pudge to them. Her beautiful long lashes. Her hair resting softly against her face. Her perfect little lips. She is so peaceful, so precious.

I love her exactly as she is. Not for who she can be, or what she can do for me, but just because she is who she is. And she is MINE. In fact, I don't know who she is going to be and she is probably the most selfish she is ever going to be at this wonderful age of two. I don't love her because she is good all the time because she has her interesting moments every day. I love her because she is mine. I have loved her from the first time I heard that little pitter patter of a heart beat.

The thought of not having her is devastating. I can't fathom the devastating mental state of a person who would take their life after having 8, 13 or 15 years with their child(ren). Is parenting easy? No. Does it take every ounce of patience and sleep? Yes, and then it takes more from you that you didn't even know you had. Parenting can be embarrassing, exhausting, but even more exhilarating than you ever thought possible.

Mom, I miss you. Do I miss you? Or maybe I just miss the thought of you? Maybe I miss the possibility of what could have been. What would Ryot have called you? Grandma? Gigi? I don't know. I know that if you were still alive, life would have been very different for all of us. I can't help but think that Ryot was meant to be my little girl either way.

Since things happened in the way that they did, I can only hope that I can learn, grow and come out better than I would before. I'm going to be there for my little girl as best as I can. I am going to nurture and love her. I'm going to try to lead her to Jesus so that when I do fail her through her life, she can hold on to His hand. The hand of her Creator and Sustainer who will never leave her or let her down.

I miss you and you're missing out on something really beautiful.
I don't know how you didn't see that.

Friday, November 22, 2013

Ask

God is patient.
God really is patient.
Are you listening?
God is patient.
Not my version of patient where I clench my jaw, force a fake smile, take a deep breath so I can respond to the 28th time that the sweetness has whined "mmmoooommmyyyy I want cake."
He says "Come to me. Ask me again. I will reassure you. Come to me. I will empower you. I am here for you. Ask me again. Come to me."

So I will continue to ask, continue to believe that I deserve what I'm asking for. I will continue this journey, one step in front of the other. I have not 'arrived'. I am not 'there' yet. And wherever I think 'there' is, when I get 'there', more and more will be revealed that I'm not 'there' yet. I can lightly use the cheesy saying that life is about the journey, not the destination, but the truth behind that statement is life-altering if I let it be.


Thursday, November 21, 2013

I'm joking, but seriously

It's simple, really. A funny statement with huge implications. That happens often, doesn't it? A thought formed into a sentence and as everyone laughs I can't help notice a churning of the Spirit, a shifting in the foundation.




In the midst of a joke, a funny statement, a comical jab, and through a text message of all things he typed,
"You're forgiven."

Then HE said, "Did you hear that? YOU ARE FORGIVEN"

In that moment it was as if time stood still, all life suspended in its perfect balance. Quiet enough that I could hear my own breathing. His Spirit intertwined with mine, breathing in and out in sync.

You are forgiven.

I don't have to ask repeatedly. I am forgiven. Period. Then just like that, the play button is jammed and the bustle of noise resumes. Snap back to reality. I'm driving. Where am I going? Work. Yes, my job. I have to work. A slight smile curls on my lips as I pull into the parking lot.

It's a lot easier to fight the war when you know that in the end, you win.

Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Answer in Delight


Empty hands held high does not mean I have nothing good to offer. I lift my empty hands because there is nothing that I could give that would produce more love or more acceptance. I am loved as I am, where I am for who I am. I lift my empty hands not because God needs my praise but because He deserves my praise. He deserves it for all he has done, is doing and will do, for who He was, who He is and who He will continue to be. At least that is what I hope my intentions are. Sometimes the reality is that I lift my empty hands because I need His presence. I need Jesus all the time, but it should not be the sole motivating factor of worship. Of course this crazy life can be tough. There are several terrible things that happen in the world that make it such a wretched place sometimes. Then there are days where nothing bad really happened, but for some reason an exhaustion takes over making your heart as heavy as your eye lids. 

But this is not my home.

My motivation should be entering His presence. Period. Not entering his presence to be filled or rejuvenated. Not entering His presence to get something from Him. Just merely entering His presence and sitting at His feet because He loves me and I love Him. Then through this sitting and delighting in each other, I will be filled and He will be glorified. 

There is nothing wrong with asking God for help, joy, mercy, peace, strength, relief, insight, love, forgiveness, in fact it's expected and encouraged! But my motivating prod to speak to God should not be my agenda, my feelings, my desires. It should be spending time with my Creator who loves and cherishes me. He deserves all of the praise just for being who He is and the incredible sacrifice that was made for me on the cross. 

You see, the remedy is hidden in the problem itself. I can go to God with a problem and ask him for a specific answer and I just might receive exactly what I ask for. It's easy for me to see a problem, analyze it, over-analyze it, plan how to overcome it, over-over-analyze it some more, then take it to God with what I think I need. But going to God with these things does not show a trust in His goodness and sovereignty nor does it accept His unconditional, untameable, passionate love for me. If I accept that God loves me unashamedly exactly as I am, then I don't have to take Him my honey-do list. I can so simply and so wonderfully submit my will to His glory and He will provide answers that are far greater than I ever could have asked for myself. 

The answer is not found in the scheming and planning, but in the waiting and listening.


God, you know and love my heart for exactly who I am. This is not something I understand, but something that I crave to believe more and more. Increase in me an awareness to your agenda, a listening ear for your voice and continue to fine tune my heart with your Spirit. Use me.

Friday, November 15, 2013

Pressing on

It's crazy to me how there are so many things in my life right now on the same page. This page of change. This page of morphing into something better, something greater. I know what needs to be done. I am equipped. In most instances, it is deciding what must go and what must stay. Old memories, old pictures, old reminders of a time no longer existent. In other instances, it is intentionally pushing through the change with an eager and joyful spirit. Changes in diet, mindset on a specific topic or pruning my relationships of bad fruit. Only a few of the changes are at a stand still. I just need to find the dedication and focus to get it done. I know I can do it. I know that God will give me the grace for the steps I need to take.

There is a fine line between being the Proverbial Wife and compulsively obsessing over perfection. That line goes right to the heart of the issue. You won't be able to tell by looking at my home or my child or my bank account. You can only see and understand a small extent of my heart by getting to know me. Even then God is the only one who can fully see and attest to the desires of my heart. I desire to rise before the sun and provide food for my household.(Proverbs 31:15) That is a good desire if it is based in striving for obedience and glorifying God. If that desire is based in wanting to be called blessed by my daughter or future children/husband, it is wrong. If it is not based in a love for God and who he would have me be, then my motives are wrong. Becoming the perfect Proverbial woman will not make God love me more. It will not make my daughter or future children/husband love me more. Sure, they will appreciate the things that I do just as anyone would. But for King and Country says it best, "So, no matter what I say, what I believe, and what I do, I'm bankrupt without love".

So for now, I will "press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus." Philippians 3:14

It's about the journey, not the destination.
Maybe Relient K says it best?

I think we're going somewhere.
We're on to something good here.
Out of mind, out of state.
Trying to keep my head on straight.
I think we're going somewhere.
We're on to something good here.
There's only one thing left to do.
Drop all I have and go with you.

[Chorus:]
Somewhere back there I left my worries all behind.
My problems fell out of the back of my mind.
We're going and I'm never knowing (never knowing) where we're going.
To go back to where I was would just be wrong.
I'm pressing on.
Pressing on, all my distress is going, going, gone. (pressing on, pressing on)
And I won't sit back, and take this anymore.
'Cause I'm done with that, I've got one foot out the door.
And to go back where I was would just be wrong
I'm pressing on.

I think we're going somewhere.
We're on to something good here.
Out of mind, out of state.
Trying to keep my head on straight.
I think we're going somewhere.
We're on to something good here.
Adversity, we get around it.
Searched for joy, in you I found it.

You look down on me, but you don't look down on me at all.
You smile and laugh, and I feel the love you have for me.
I think we're going somewhere.
We're on to something good here, and we're gonna make it after all.
 



 

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Bested by 10am

"Are you understanding what I'm saying?"
"Yes, but I-"
"I can explain it a hundred more times if you'd like."
"No, that's not necessa-"
"The back order column will show the back orders because you see how it's labeled BACK ORDER?"
"Yes, I understand how the invoice works. The problem wasn't-"
"Ok well then I don't understand what the problem is?"
"I just wanted to touch base with you about the-"
"Well you can just email me next time. I'm busy actually doing work instead of bugging people."
"I didn't mean to bother you, I apologize. I was told-"
"Well thank you for wasting my time."
CLICK

Well then. I love my job. I love my job. I love my job. I wasn't even calling about back orders? I didn't get the question I really needed answered. My boss still needs an answer from me. As soon as I put the phone back on the hook, an employee walks in clearly irate:

"You need to fix this now."
"Good Morning -employee name-, how are you doing today?"
"Well not good."
"Ok, how can I help you?"
"I said already you need to fix this now or I don't know what I'm gonna do"
"Well first, calm down. I can help you. What is the problem?"
"You took money out of my account."
"That's not legal or possible, so now, how can I help you?"
"Money is missing from my check. See here!?"
"Well, that's tax. Everyone has to pay that."
"Well that's too much! And what is this?!"
"That's child support."
*Instantly calms down*
"Oh well then, ya know I was just wondering. Ya know, to make sure that, um, everything was right. Thank you for your help today, miss kayla."
"You're welcome."

Big sigh of relief. Golly, what in the world is wrong with people today?
Coworker walks in as employee is walking out:

"I need the PO's and the Sales Orders to go with the trailer order."
"Wait, what?"
"Pay attention. Are you listening now? I need you to do this for me real quick."
"Ok, what PO do you want."
"The one with the order I placed yesterday."
"I have a stack of PO's and sales orders here and I have no idea what you did yesterday. Can you be a little more specific?"
"I will just do it myself."
And they storm out.

Ok 10am, you've bested me with your emotional wit. You win this round. I still have 7 more hours to make this a great day.

Either way, God is good, people need Jesus and I need patience!