This week My Smallest Blessing has being able to go to god. I've always thought of god as my number one friend. Someone who always talks to me and is with me. Like my own little friend inside my head, without being a mental case. Talking to him keeps me grounded, centered and focused on the task at hand. It's my Prozac without having to renew my prescription. :)
I've been really stressed out with the Alaska budget. What's bothered me so much about it is that we had a TON of money saved to travel there and had a good chunk left to live on while we found jobs. Well 2 months ago, we had some major problems with our vehicle and a mechanic did some dishonest work on the car. Did over 1,000.00 in supposed repairs. Never fixed it and only made it worse. Had to spend almost 2,000.00 and 2 more months to get it fixed and repaired correctly. Time wasted we could have saved.
It's a HUGE blow. HUGE. It's 90 days til our trip. 90. In the grand scheme of things, that isn't very long to come up with enough money to cover what we had to take out to fix some yahoo's mistake. We got hosed over the deal and not only does it make me bitter about the whole situation but it makes me mad that I was taken advantage of at one of the most important times of my life.
I've been stressing over this fact all week. Because I don't believe we can make up the time money wise that we had to spend. We can't push our trip back much farther due to the weather. I've been trying to figure out if there is some way I could fit another job into my schedule. But working 12 hour shifts lately, I don't really see how that's possible. I mean I am good, but I am not that good.
It's been in my every thought, my every worry.
But yesterday, just when I couldn't think about it any longer, I just asked god to help me. I asked him to show me how this is all going to work. Let me know what I needed to do.
I don't know if god is going to show me the answer. Heck, god's probably busy for my small petty selfish dream. But I just feel like telling god about all that's going on, at least I have someone to tell. Someone who isn't judging me about it or feeling like I am blaming them for something.
Just having that ally and friend who just listens, and lets me get it all out... That's My Smallest Blessing..
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