Ministry, Work, Love, and Life

My roommates are adopting from China, again. So, all this week, I’ve been trying to do my part. Medical records-no PCP, hmmm. CBI Records-wife roommate did ‘em. Child abuse Profile-she did those, too. So, I didn’t get my part done, and they must wait on me. My question is “What’s the difference between 6 months and 6 1/2 months- I’m giving myself grace on getting a physical. It costs money, which they offered to pay, but that’s not the point. I just feel rushed, and I prefer not to. I can understand the excitement of getting their son home, I really can.

  My problem was that I was asked on Monday to be here to meet the social worker today, and my signature was forged for the sake of speeding up the process. Does the end justify the means? I’m just venting here, so I put my week on hold, and I feel all turned around. No Therapist, No Acupuncture, No Chiropractor, and strange things happening. I’m just not sure why, but I feel major significance, like I should not forget. Maybe God showing me that I don’t need all this stuff, and not to let anyone try to control my life. I have important things to do, also.

  I know I seem to be the “selfish single” here, but I’m thinking it’s a little pushiness, too. I have a few friends that have kids, and it seems that sometimes they think they’re more important because they have kids. Everything has to be done right away, immediately. Hush, hush, rush, rush. Sorry, don’t have time to care about you…at all…Oh, could you sign this…Thanks, see ya later. What’s even worse is when Marrieds try to multi-task with you and their spouse; if I was their mate, I’d be pretty pissed if they tried to mix my personal time with them with a chat session.

  Ok, I never noticed that thought before. I would rather someone tell me that it’s “their” time together than to experience the discomfort of that again. I think many people just can’t say  ” no” gracefully, where they don’t feel guilty. My roommate and I have had this discussion, along with the “no gossip” discussion, yet I wonder if she just can’t control herself sometimes. The people I work with know I don’t listen to gossip, and they walk away from me, snarling, that they let me have control over them. I’m sorry, it’s their own fault. You don’t like it? Tell me that I have no control over you. Free country, right?

  I realized, after a guy I work with apologized needlessly for his language, that I have no right to tell them what they can do. I told him that I thought I would rather he stood up for himself and let me be offended. Suddenly, I must have grown a second head. He couldn’t wrap his mind around the concept that I would walk away if it was too much for me. I really am not bothered so much by the language as the gossip, because it’s a weakness I am always on the verge of falling back into.

Anyway, I’ll wrap up here for now. I have laundry to do.