I take after my dad in many aspects. One of those is my dislike of the uncertain. If you tell me, "I have something to tell you," I want to know now, not later, especially if you tell me that you have bad news. Hubby will back me up on this one; he has learned he can never tell me that we have something we need to talk about unless he's ready to sit down now. I can't stand the suspense!Tuesday night I got an email from my attorney letting me know that she wants to discuss my contract with me, but unfortunately, she's had a death in her family and will be out of town til early next week. I definitely appreciate her letting me know why she'd be out of touch for several days, but it made me NERVOUS. I had really hoped to get the ball rolling on getting my contract signed this week, but now there will be a delay.I was so stressed when I got the email last night. I actually had a momentary freak-out til Hubby and my dad both talked some sense into me. Now I'm fine; I still don't like waiting for a week to hear her opinion, but I know that it will all work out.The situation reminded me of a quote from Evan Almighty; Morgan Freeman is playing God, and he asks Evan's wife this question:Let me ask you something. If someone prays for patience, you think God gives them patience? Or does he give them the opportunity to be patient? If he prayed for courage, does God give him courage, or does he give him opportunities to be courageous? If someone prayed for the family to be closer, do you think God zaps them with warm fuzzy feelings, or does he give them opportunities to love each other?
In my old Bible, I underlined Philippians 4:6-7 (referenced in this post) and wrote "Do not be anxious, Sarah!" right next to it. I know God is using this time to teach me patience through practice. Now it's time to put it into action and be at peace through the next week or however long it takes to complete this.When I have everything signed, then I will be able to tell more about the specifics of the job. Needless to say, I am VERY excited!!
I have a bad case of insomnia tonight while Hubby is curled up in bed and is snoring away. Bless his sweet heart, his allergies are really acting up, and he's also getting over a little cold. He apologized in advance before he climbed into bed because he figured he'd probably snore tonight.Here's the thing: I am thankful for his snoring. We spent so many nights apart during the first two years of our marriage that I would rather have him snoring in my ear than be miles apart. Having to nudge him to roll over is something that I don't mind one bit; in fact, I appreciate being able to do so.He's been back in town since August, four months longer than his project was originally scheduled to go. Even better, there's no real end in sight to this project. He'll likely be on it when I start my new job this summer.* Words truly fail me when I try to express how thankful I am that God has allowed my husband to be physically with me during this year of my life. I honestly don't think I would have made it through interviews and the decisions that followed without him here.I'm finally getting sleepy, so now it's time to return to the most comfortable bed in the world and the sweet love of my life. Snoring or not, I'm so happy he's here.(*Details on the job to come soon ... I'll likely sign a contract this week!)
There have been two times in the last two weeks that I've been told I'm either very wise or very smart for stating things that seem very common sense to me. The first time, the front desk staff at an office where I was interviewing kept apologizing because the physician who was interviewing me was running fifteen minutes late. Fifteen minutes late in the middle of flu season is NOT bad at all! I made the comment that anyone who didn't understand running a little behind in the dead of winter probably doesn't belong in pediatrics. That statement got me big points.Today I was talking with two medical students, one of whom is recently married and the other who is in a long term relationship. I mentioned that Hubby and I have a rule that we do not argue on an empty stomach, and that if either of us hasn't eaten, we postpone the "discussion" until at least part way through the meal. That rule has saved us SO many fights! Both of us can be quite cranky when we're hungry, so taking that factor out of the equation has made navigating the differences we have much easier. Both of them looked at me like I was a genius, and the male student said that he was going to talk to his girlfriend that night about implementing that rule.Maybe I should look into Mensa.
I was talking with the girls from Bible study on Monday night and telling them about recent developments in my life. As I was speaking, I realized just how rich God's blessings on me really are. I have been praying for God to take my anxiety away and to make me want what He wants for me. I think it's happened, and I'm so excited about it.
Today I got some good news. I think it's an answer to prayer, but time will soon tell. No, I'm not with child, and no, I didn't win the lottery. More details to come shortly!
