Memo anyone?

Wouldn't it be great if God send you a memo of what He has in store for you, even if it's just a daily agenda type of memo.

As those who read this know, I had an interview with the Methodist Children's Home on Monday after work. Well, I got the call today.

I'm sure you've picked up on the tenure of that small six word sentence...no, I didn't get the job and yes, they will make sure to send my application back to Human Resources incase something else comes up. What a lukewarm sentiment.

I feel really bummed out about this because I thought that maybe, just maybe, I was finding the reason as to why God has brought me all the way to Waco, Texas from Tulsa, Oklahoma. It hurts even more because I am literally aching with how much I miss doing ministry with youth. I was definitely looking forward to the opportunity to work with the high school boys at MCH.

Obviously, God has other plans. He won't tell me though. I just wish I could understand that, fully understand it, and not have a part of me, that tiny little part that is able to cause much damage, whisper time and again that I am not good enough. Nobody wants me. Everybody hates me. I should eat some worms...

Worms...sounds good. I'll have to remember to pick up some gummy worms when I go shopping tomorrow after work. Turns out that I may be feeding the Mariachi San Pablo lunch on Saturday...I'll know for sure when Krysia calls to confirm the plans. I also have to make brownies for Stephen...that's the price he gave me to allow me to hang out with my boy Jaden.

I am so looking forward to seeing that kid! I've got gifts for him and will be going to Academy tomorrow to get another gift.

Well, enough. Work is going well, a little chaotic due to the inter-departmental moving ( I get my own cubicle once they are done with that!), but it is paying me so I don't complain too much...except the fact that we are all so efficient, there's not much to do at the moment. Next Tuesday will be one month since I started working with Tatex...I guess I should celebrate...

Hey, it pays the bills.