That is really how it feels. I seem to blink and weeks have passed by. I remember a time as a small child when we measured time by episodes of Mr. Rogers, Muppet Babies and Sesame Street as well as the passing of mile markers on the side of the road.
Now, as an adult, they days still feel long, but the go by so quickly.
Since my last post I received my first visiting teaching assignments. Six sisters, spread out all over our ward, who have completely opposite schedules from my own. It makes it so hard to love on them when my waking ours are the ones they spend sleeping. Last week I sent a short note of introduction, hand written in blue envelopes. This week I’m following up with a letter that shows more of who I am, asks them about who they are and shares some of my crazy adventures in scripture in addition to this Monty’s visiting teaching lesson.
I would like to say I feel like I’ve accomplished something, but these ladies who rely on me and my visiting teaching companion to come to them, spend time with them, be their friend, share their triumph and joys with are counting on me to be at and more.
I’ve never been a visiting teacher before …. I was only visit taught twice outside of my missionary lessons. Not really 100% sure what should come of this relationship with these women, I feel like I am already failing them because of this crazy wacky schedule we are on. The same crazy, wacky schedule that I I’ll be on for the next year despite the bid at work. There just wasn’t a day shift available.
We will make the best of it. I am equipped by Heavenly Father to meet this task head on, even if my new boss already has a horrible preconception of who I am. That happens when your new boss is best friends with a former roommate who put herself into a terrible situation and blames you for it and the circumstances that followed.
No one deserves the situation she is in. No one. Let me get this clear, as frustrating as all of that turned out, it’s in the past and right now the thing she needs the most is prayer. So I’ll keep praying and then I will boldly face the uphill battle that is ahead of me.
In addition to work craziness, and church craziness that is always amazing, several other things have happened since my last post.
We’ve pulled up our carpets, painted our living room, kitchen and hallways, and started laying new floor. Our cats are a it confused as are the dogs, but so far things look pretty amazing.
During this time my father’s back got worse, he have up and finally went back to the doctor, had surgery about two weeks ago in which the removed discs, shaved down his cervical vertebrae so that they are thinner, developed a post op infection and is again home with my mom trying to do way to much in their new home.
Me… Well I’m the same klutz I’ve always been. My right knee took the brunt this time and I’m enjoying super strength anti inflammatory drugs and some pretty awesome pain killers. Things are improving which will make my doc happy. He wasn’t really sure how things got as messed up as they did but hey it works right?
And that brings us to this week.
It’s long and frightening week around the country. I keep thinking that I would have something to say about all of this by now, but there are no words. I want to believe that things will be less crazy out there, it at the same time, our scriptures tell us otherwise.
In the long run I know exactly where I am. I know who I am and I know whose I am. That’s what matters.
