She stands on the shore of urgency spotting a log she moves down the bank toward it. As her foot touches the stout and seemingly sturdy surface, she notices that the log is beginning to sink into the water. "Oh?" she cries alloud, "there must be a way that is certain to get across the river!" Swidtly, the currant began carrying off the large that had once offered so much promise and stability. "Darn it!" she shouted, "I must get over to the other side! What do I do now?" Suddenly, the log stopped and once again jammed itself between the bank and a large bolder. quickly she ran to the log. " must get over to the other side as I have business to do," she said. Tenatively, she stepped on the log, and feeling no sinking, proceeded forward. About three quarters of the way to the ghuge bolder, the log seemed to threaten to move once again.she quickened her pace and just stepped on the big rock just in time. After stepping over the narrow gap between rock and bank, she was finally free to walk again on the firm dry land. "thank you for holding that log still," she prayed while hurrying up the hill toward freedom and her means to accomplishing her goal.
does anyone ever feel this way when relying on people? That was me this morning. I'm feeling really annoyed right now. There are goals I'm supposed to accomplish and I wanted them done ***TODAY***!!! The promise of a person coming to help us was yet again broken do to some reason. "My life is not in my control," she says with her actions and justifications. I'm really getting tired of this! I need stability in my life. If I rely on someone who is paid to do a job, I don't expect them to be like that rolling log. GERRRRRRRRR!!!!! Can we say frustrated? Am I complaining? Yes on both accounts. I'm complaining and praying for a final solution to end all this flakeyness. I tell you, I'm so tired of flakiness that I could just scream. the only thing that would do is make my throat sore and make me feel minisculey better for a few minutes. I'm so tired of empty promises, unrelyability, irresponsibility, and chaos in my life that it isn't even funny. I WANT NO MORE EMPTY PROMISES!!!!!!!!! I'll just scream on paper. this is one time where I wish I could see to rely on myself to get all the print stuff in my mail basket in my office done. I'm really frustrated with the person who says they'll be there and then not come for one crisis or excuse. Go ahead and pray for healing. I'd use it for God's glory and I'd do my own stuff without having to rely on sinking and moving logs! I'm beginning to doubt all these crises. do lyou know how much I hate crises and excuses when they come to me on a consistent basis. It's more consistent than my help I get. Soon, I'll write about another frustration, but will be another post. Whoever's reading this, please pray that I get relyable, consistent help?
We're reading "the seven habits for higly effective people," and last night, we were doing a worksheet that had four quaudrants in it. High priority/high urgency which is crisis or emergency land,
High priority/low urgency which consist of things like paying bills, making sure the house is clean scheduling rides to get from point a to point b. All those things that are low urgency if they are taken care of responsibly.
3. there is low importance and high urgency. It's important that the water bill is paid but it's not important to you.
Low importants/low urgency/ those are things like vacations or lying around in the sun or watching TV those things you think are not urgent and not inportant to do.
Well, my Care provider just took a quaudrant 2 item and made it a quadrant 1 item. Do you know how much I hate living in quaudrant one? I'd rather it didn't exist. My quaudrants to live in is in two and four. Todd seems to live a lot in quaudrant 3 and I don't really care for that either. Two and 4 is where I'd rather be. I'd like to just have a little bit in 3 and a little bit in one and a good amount in 2 and a little less amount in 4. that sounds like a good ballanced life to me. so you who read this can pray for me to have God's ballance. And... No more wierd crisis or excuse land putting me into quaudrant 1!
the other thing that is so frustrating about this is that Todd is so ***nice*** and keeps buying into the stories with so much empathy and dripping compation. It makes me just so mad. this person would have been fired many many times over by now. I'd hate to see Todd as a boss. He'd have mayhem in the workplace. I'm just keeping as quiet as I can and praying about that situation, but I guess my fingers/mouth have had it out now. I love my husband, but I'm frustrated with this rut, and I refuse to be the witch anymore. I'm not a witch. I don't appreciate being put into the position of even being faced with doing the mean things like talking sternly to people or perhaps firing them. I don't like feeling powerless either. Where is the ballance? When I'm done writing this, we're going to find a ballance. I think I know of a pro-active thing to do. Pray with me about interviewing another care provider who will be more relyable, thurough, responsible, and maticuilous about house cleaning. I'm going to find a way to get free of this. Some times we women have to be a witch.
Sean and River
Walking and living in Victory!
Walking and living in Victory!
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