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This is funny, since so many call me an English nazi!! HA!
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More…
If I am made for more…
Why am I in the conditions I am in? Is there a reason God wants me to work in such an enviornment in which can be so hazardous? I am under paid? I mean, I work full-time and I do not even make half of minimum wage…no. Not even near it. I work seven days a week and I don’t get a day off…and there isn’t anyone to take my place….why can’t I find another job?
If I am made for more…
Why are the job prospects SO BAD??? And every time I apply the positions are filled or they are not hiring?
What if I am not made for more…sometimes I feel like that. Don’t we all? Sometimes I feel like I don’t have the strength to keep going. To continue to go to work because I want a day off and Heaven KNOWS I need one! :)
The Bible says “The joy of the Lord is my strength” Nehemiah 8:10. The JOY of the Lord is MY strength. If we do all things with joy for God, he will bless us. So the joy the Lord gives us, is our strength! We don’t have to be tired emotionally, and physically because the joy of the Lord is our strength!!
It starts here…
If I am made for more…
then why so much pain? Why do I endure so much pain? Emotional pain…sometimes I feel it is worse than physical pain. Though I have never had to endure any physical pain in that sense.
My life was great. We had our own house, jobs, vacations, life and no worries. The economy tanked and well…so did we. I was working a full time job, part time job and going to school full time. It was great and my husband had a good job too. I was president of the Honors Society and had colleges and universities sending me letters, emails and calling. Giving me money and telling me to come to their schools. I was getting ready to transfer and looking at medical schools….and we lost it all.
We moved in with my parents and it was supposed to be 6 months…but it has been two years and a couple odd months. My son doesn’t have his own room, we share a bathroom with 6 people (one is out of commission) and our bedroom with 3. My 11 year old has to share his bedroom with his parents (us) and my bed has become the “community” bed as I call it.
My eating disorder, ED for short, took a turn for the worse and I ended up in a treatment facility for women with eating disorders. I was there for 4 months in the little yellow submarine away from friends, school, life, family and the whole world.
That seems to have been the most major of all the setbacks. I found out many things about myself and mostly how others looked at me and thought of me, as though I was damaged, would always be damaged, like I would never make anything of myself, would never amount to anything, that they felt sorry for me, that I was crazy, mental and the list goes on.
There has been so much pain brought up that I have kept hidden inside me…and I think now is about the time to blog it. God has healing for pain and suffering. Through my blog I can share with you! :)
http://www.marykay.com/kellynguyen
Window shop online, then email me @ kellynguyen@marykay.com and tell me what you really like or are interested in! If you are worried about cost we have many ways to help you get what you like! Feel free to reblog and contact me for your free party today!! kellynguyen@marykay.com
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