8:21 p.m. - 2006-10-17
Going Greek and Getting Right with God
Since it will look good on my resume, I've decided to pledge A1ph@ Bet@ K@pp@.

Today was a grrrrreat day! I skipped out of one of my GE classes to go to a Medica1 Career Fair with my MA classmates. Well, I guess you can't exactly call it skipping out, since I'm still going to get credit for being in class. I found a lot more leads there than I thought I would. :)

There were about five places that seem to fit my needs for employment once I graduate. That is, they are willing to hire me as a medic@l assistant and they have tuition assistance/reimbursement for my BS in Nursing.

As for other areas in my life, I guess I am just trying to be happy.

About two weeks ago I was thinking about how calm and enjoyable my life was when I was strong in my faith. I remember breaking down and crying one night, thinking of everything that's happened lately, from the tubal pregnancy I had to have medically terminated (as is always the way with tubals) to the crap with E. And above all, sorely missing my son and my dad. I remember praying for God to show me a way back to church, and back to that happiness.

Then last week, we had a church group that stayed with us for a convention. There was one guest in particular that I hit it off with. He kind of reminded me of my ex Frankie's dad, who used to cut Bubba's hair, and passed of a heart attack a few years ago.

Frankie's dad was a very loving man, but was always very deeply into drugs and alcohol. Our guest, whom I'll call Mr. Moon, could have been Frankie's dad had he ever been saved by Jesus. Mr. Moon would stand and chat with me at the desk for a few minutes if he walked by and saw me working and would always give me a reason to smile and laugh.

On the last night of his stay, Mr. Moon told me that God was speaking to him to help save me. I told him I was a backslid Christian, and he offered to take me outside with his pastor to pray with me to ask Jesus in. I don't know how he knew, (I guess I do, and I needed exactly that message from God to remind me, "Hey, I'm here, I do exist.") but he did.

It took all of my self-control not to break down and cry right there. I was a little wary because my manager was standing right there, and I just told him I couldn't right then because I was working and I didn't want to cry at work. I told him there was a lot there. And that was all I could say. He made me promise to go to the church that sponsored the event.

My manager and I got on the subject of God a few days ago, and I discovered then that she's a regular church-goer. I said, "Wow, and he was speaking to only me. Somehow he knew that I was the only one in that room that needed to be saved."

I'm going to church tomorrow night. :) I can't wait to get right with God, and I know He will help me feel comfortable in my own skin once again. It does make me feel ashamed though, that I only seem to gravitate back to Him when my life is falling apart.

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