The hardest thing a guy can ask a girl to do is wait by the mailbox everyday for 2 and a half months waiting for a letter he promised. However, forgiveness almost seems to come automatically when you open up the mailbox with your key and your flipping through the letters of bank statements, bills, army national guard saying "you can!", and then finally-almost surprisingly- you find that one letter you had given up hope would ever come.
Unfortunately, I am still in the middle of this story and have not yet enjoyed the excitement of receiving that letter.
Patience is something I have been learning this summer. No, not from letter waiting....but from nannying. Two to three different families that are all related. I must say, after having kids hit you, bite you in the chest, throw tantrums, throw a whole bucket of beads on the floor, spit up on you 8 times within one hour, running around the house naked, having accidents, sneezing on you right in your face, trying to cut your hair, pulling your clothes to extents you didn't think could be stretched that far... you would think that I would vow to never have children of my own. HAHA! Wouldn't you be surprised to know that I still want ten! You know, to have a five on five basketball game with me as the referee. I was asked once if my husband was in the house baking because where would he play part in all this? All the jobs were taken. I told them that he wouldn't be in the house baking, he would have the lovely job of holding up the home-made basketball hoop! I mean with ten kids, do you really think we could afford a real one???
But in all seriousness, the Lord has truly blessed me this summer with all these opportunities to nanny. I couldn't find a full time job-or any job for that matter. And then I started getting all these calls to start helping out families with their kids. Is it hard? You have no idea. But I love it and wouldn't trade it for anything.... (except may be a family of my own. You know, to brainwash and train them they way I want 'em).
All in all, this summer the Lord has shown me his tender mercies. I feel so undeserving of it all. Why he would bless me so much has me baffled. I only hope that I can do what little I can to show him that I am grateful and love him beyond any imaginative description I can think of.
Unfortunately, I am still in the middle of this story and have not yet enjoyed the excitement of receiving that letter.
Patience is something I have been learning this summer. No, not from letter waiting....but from nannying. Two to three different families that are all related. I must say, after having kids hit you, bite you in the chest, throw tantrums, throw a whole bucket of beads on the floor, spit up on you 8 times within one hour, running around the house naked, having accidents, sneezing on you right in your face, trying to cut your hair, pulling your clothes to extents you didn't think could be stretched that far... you would think that I would vow to never have children of my own. HAHA! Wouldn't you be surprised to know that I still want ten! You know, to have a five on five basketball game with me as the referee. I was asked once if my husband was in the house baking because where would he play part in all this? All the jobs were taken. I told them that he wouldn't be in the house baking, he would have the lovely job of holding up the home-made basketball hoop! I mean with ten kids, do you really think we could afford a real one???
But in all seriousness, the Lord has truly blessed me this summer with all these opportunities to nanny. I couldn't find a full time job-or any job for that matter. And then I started getting all these calls to start helping out families with their kids. Is it hard? You have no idea. But I love it and wouldn't trade it for anything.... (except may be a family of my own. You know, to brainwash and train them they way I want 'em).
All in all, this summer the Lord has shown me his tender mercies. I feel so undeserving of it all. Why he would bless me so much has me baffled. I only hope that I can do what little I can to show him that I am grateful and love him beyond any imaginative description I can think of.
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