Do you ever go through your day and think I didn't have enough time to accomplish everything I wanted to? Or I should have or wish I could have spent more time doing such and such? I am there totally and almost all day every day.
The thing that has been a realization lately is that I'm not home for approx. 60 hours a week. 50 of those hours at consumed by work and about 10 of those is church. This does not include errands that I run here and there. That only leaves me with 52 hours outside of sleep and being out of the house for the entire week. So if I divide that up by how many days of the week it's just over 7 hours a day. I have to do house work, cooking, laundry, and ready myself everyday. That's not a whole lot of time with everything else that happens in a day. The thing that I most wish I had time to do was sit and soak myself in the Word. How I love to sit there reading, praying, and journalling. However, alas I don't get to do this for as long as I like unless I have a day off of work where I don't have to rush somewhere at some point during the day.
So I guess it is time to say take what I get or work on better time management...not sure there is much room for too much improvement though
:-s
Thursday, April 12, 2012
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
I give you the pen God
I am writing this blog as a part of my devotional time this morning. I had given up on the idea/dream of becoming a wife last year for almost a year, until one of my best friends spoke to me about this area. I believe that God used her to catch my attention that he does have this in his plan for my life. We were talking about marriage as she is getting married this year. I said something along the lines of not getting married and all she was was "Christina, I know you will get married. I just know it. I know in my heart of hearts that you will get married. I can't explain how I know, I just know!" It was so profound that I actually didn't know what to say in response haha.
Over a year and a half ago I made a journal from scratch that was designed with the potential husband in mind. I never wrote in it until this year. This journal is something that I plan to give him the night before or day we get married. This journal will be filled with "love letters" for his eyes only. However, it will be filled with prayers for him. Along with hopes and dreams for as as well as what I believe will be his character traits etc. I had in mind to do this in my early twenties, but those were like true journal entries. All of what I did that day, well that can be boring stuff and after reading through many of those I felt that it wasn't what I really wanted to give this man of my dreams.
When I was in my late teens early twenties there was a couple who started publishing books and I became enamoured through their work. You may recognize their names, Eric and Leslie Ludy. I have decided to pick up one of the first two books to read once again with my devotionals. The first couple of chapters they (they take turns writing chapters) talked about giving God the pen to write their love stories. After reading those chapters I closed off in prayer and literally threw up a pen to God to allow him access to this area of my life again. Not that I ever truly closed it off, but that I had given up for a while and want to allow him to be able to do as He wishes with my life.
And so He writes...
Over a year and a half ago I made a journal from scratch that was designed with the potential husband in mind. I never wrote in it until this year. This journal is something that I plan to give him the night before or day we get married. This journal will be filled with "love letters" for his eyes only. However, it will be filled with prayers for him. Along with hopes and dreams for as as well as what I believe will be his character traits etc. I had in mind to do this in my early twenties, but those were like true journal entries. All of what I did that day, well that can be boring stuff and after reading through many of those I felt that it wasn't what I really wanted to give this man of my dreams.
When I was in my late teens early twenties there was a couple who started publishing books and I became enamoured through their work. You may recognize their names, Eric and Leslie Ludy. I have decided to pick up one of the first two books to read once again with my devotionals. The first couple of chapters they (they take turns writing chapters) talked about giving God the pen to write their love stories. After reading those chapters I closed off in prayer and literally threw up a pen to God to allow him access to this area of my life again. Not that I ever truly closed it off, but that I had given up for a while and want to allow him to be able to do as He wishes with my life.
And so He writes...
Monday, April 9, 2012
I was incredibly blessed this past weekend
Earlier in the week I talked to my manager about possibly switching a shift with someone as I forgot to state that I wasn't available after 5 pm that coming Saturday. Unfortunately I could switch with my co-worker as she wasn't able. When Saturday came my manager decided to be kind and allow me to go at 6 instead of 6:30. I was ever thankful even though I would still be late for the 5:30pm practice. So at 6, I'm running out the door to catch my bus to save as much time as possible.
Then suddenly I heard my name being called and I thought that it was one of my co-workers at first and I was a tad irritated considering she knew I was rushing out the door. Here it was someone from my church who I consider a friend. She offered me a drive home, but I told her I was actually heading to the church so she drove me there. On the way to the church I saw my friend's brother going the opposite direction.
When I got to the church I saw that everyone was in the foyer where we were about to start. So I dropped my things and got in place. As we got up to the front during the first song I got acknowledgement from the choir director as she noted that I was earlier than I thought. Within a few minutes I saw my friends brother return. After we were done practicing my friend and I were talking and I pulled out my phone to check it. I saw that she called me, so I said you called me. Then she told me that her brother came to pick me up. I was shocked and stunned to say the least. So I told her well I have to thank him. So I did and he told me that he was standing inside the door looking for me. A co-worker went up to him to ask him if they could help him. He just asked if I had left yet and they told him I had. So he came back to the church.
After we all left and got home I talked to my friend again. She told me more of how things went that night. Apparently her brother came up on the stage to ask her if he should come and get me. She told him to try calling me through her phone. I obviously missed the call, but then he came anyway. It was totally him idea. Also I found out why my friend who drove me to the church was in the area. She was shopping and needed a break so sat by Starbucks having her treat. Then she thought about me and decided to wait to see if I needed or wanting a drive home. What a great way to bless someone.
I felt sooo blessed that evening going home.
Then suddenly I heard my name being called and I thought that it was one of my co-workers at first and I was a tad irritated considering she knew I was rushing out the door. Here it was someone from my church who I consider a friend. She offered me a drive home, but I told her I was actually heading to the church so she drove me there. On the way to the church I saw my friend's brother going the opposite direction.
When I got to the church I saw that everyone was in the foyer where we were about to start. So I dropped my things and got in place. As we got up to the front during the first song I got acknowledgement from the choir director as she noted that I was earlier than I thought. Within a few minutes I saw my friends brother return. After we were done practicing my friend and I were talking and I pulled out my phone to check it. I saw that she called me, so I said you called me. Then she told me that her brother came to pick me up. I was shocked and stunned to say the least. So I told her well I have to thank him. So I did and he told me that he was standing inside the door looking for me. A co-worker went up to him to ask him if they could help him. He just asked if I had left yet and they told him I had. So he came back to the church.
After we all left and got home I talked to my friend again. She told me more of how things went that night. Apparently her brother came up on the stage to ask her if he should come and get me. She told him to try calling me through her phone. I obviously missed the call, but then he came anyway. It was totally him idea. Also I found out why my friend who drove me to the church was in the area. She was shopping and needed a break so sat by Starbucks having her treat. Then she thought about me and decided to wait to see if I needed or wanting a drive home. What a great way to bless someone.
I felt sooo blessed that evening going home.
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