Life is just so damn ironic, isn't it?!
First of all, I CAN'T BELIEVE I HAVE A JOB.
Secondly, I CAN'T BELIEVE I AM MOVING TO THE U.P.
MOSTLY, I CAN'T BELIEVE HOW LUCKY I AM.
I also can't believe how fitting this title of my blog is. It is MY time for change, in every aspect of my life. God has provided in ways I never thought possible. And let me just say, if I were him, I would have turned the other way a long freaking time ago. I spent an entire summer complaining and not trusting that he had something up his sleeve. I whined when things didn't got my way and pouted when other people got jobs. I was jealous and insecure, waiting for the moment I could change MY Facebook status to employed.
But he kept me waiting. And I wondered. I ate. I cried. I cursed. I ate some more. I wanted to feel like I was wanted somewhere.
And then this job in Greenville fell in my lap. I worked hard and I was exhausted. I finally felt complete ( in an odd sense). While the students were SO tough, my compassionate heart kicked in and I really did love those kids. Even in a months time. My mom said to me the other day, "Hillary, if you would have stayed with that class, I know you could have changed them around. I just know but. But this is what God wants for you and I have full faith that He will take care of your every need."
Thank you, Mom. I really did need to hear that.
And just when I think I've found my place, God said "Trust me, I have more in store." SAY WHAT?!? I thought I found what You wanted for me this year.
Just like that, he opened the door for housing, a new car and most importantly, a new job. Why don't you just blow my socks off in a weeks time.
(ALL THIS AND I WENT TO A HANSON FREAKING CONCERT. I am pretty sure that kept me sane this week. Clare, CHEERS TO YOU.)
While I know this is directly about food, I wanted to take some time to thank you again from the very bottom of my heart. It swells every time I think of one of your faces. I am the luckiest woman in the whole wide world.
I love you and miss you all.