Long days

Every now and then you get one of those days where you think, "Why did I even get out of bed today?" You know, when nothing good seems to happen the entire day and you accomplish absolutely nothing, and it seems like the day is taking years to end??? Well, today was one of those days for me. I got out of bed at 6 so I could make it to my 8:00 a.m. class, which by the way is my only class on Friday. The class was completely pointless! We just high-lighted stuff in the book that we needed to know and then watched some stupid video about stuff we already knew about the digestive system. (This is nutrition class by the way). So I get home around 9:30-ish and just eat and watch TV. I do this until about 2:30 p.m. which is when I had to leave for work. At first, I thought the rest of the day would be good because of the nice weather and I could finally ride with the windows down. However, my joy was short-lived when I finally got to work. It was the slowest 3-hour shift I've ever done. Everyone decided that they needed their hair cut like 30 minutes before we closed! Then, I was getting clients to pay ahead so I wouldn't have to wait until they were all gone before I did the counts, and one of the stylists copped an attitude with me saying, "Well you're ready to go aren't you Connie??" I was thinking, well yeah! I don't want to be here all night with you guys! I get off at 6 and there is no need for me to be here after close! Anyway, the whole time I was at work, I was trying to text my friends to make the time go faster, but guess what! On this day out of all the days that I don't need them, no one would text me back. Anyway, I'm at home now and I'm still depressed because I have to work 9-6 tomorrow. I hope it's not as long as today was. Anyway, thanks for reading about my poopy day haha. It just feels better to write about it!

Another lesson from God

Time and time again God always shows me how wrong and unwise I am and how knowing he really is. I'm sure to many of you it is no secret that I had a rough childhood to which I see no need of delving into at this time. I used to frequently complain to God about my childhood and ask why, knowing I wouldn't be satisfied with any answer he gave me. It seemed I was content to complain and feel sorry for myself. I though that I was no longer bitter about it, but at times I found myself angry at my parents for no apparent reason. Recently, however in church and in a chapel service at my school, I realized that even though man meant it for evil, God meant it for good. I'm not saying it was God's will for my parents to behave the way they did, but I realized that they are human and God can work with their mistakes for his glory. God showed me that I can use my experience to help others. I have recently been told about a few people I know and their similar experiences. I learned that I could relate to these people. I know now that God worked with my bad childhood to allow me to be able to aid others who have been through similar experiences. Rather than moping about my experience, I can praise God for the opportunity to be able to relate to others with the same background and aid them in emotional and spiritual healing. Before, I never thought that there may be others who have the same issues, but I realized that it was foolish of me to think that. I was only concerned with "me" and could not see the bigger picture. I now thank God and my pastor (who inadvertently helped me) for showing me this. I hope that I am able to council many people who have gone through my experience, and grow from that myself. Jeremiah 29:11 says, "For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." Clearly, God knows what he is doing and sometimes we just need to be still and know that He is God. I think He knows what He is doing.