Faith, Trust, and Swear Words

Roadblocks.

Dead-ends.

We all hit them at some point in our lives, some more often than not, unfortunately.

That is what I've been struggling a bit with for the past 9 months or so… one roadblock after the other with only brief periods of relief strewn throughout; Just enough peace to keep Hope alive and Faith intact. If you have been following this blog you’ve been here for the worst of it… then Friday happened…

I received an email about my Staff Credential application… It was denied on the grounds that my credits from  college could not cover the 6 credits needed for early childhood education because they are considered “too broad”.

TOO BROAD. Are you %$#&^ kidding me? Because they encompass early childhood through high school, but do not primarily cover Early Childhood, I am getting denied? BLAAAAH!

My principal and lead administrators have been awesome and encouraging though; I love that about my school, they are always there to lift us up and offer support! So I do what I do best.

I did research.

Called dozens of companies and organizations.

Did more research.

And after making a list and comparing in prices, time investment needed, and general weight of the individual options… I’ve chosen to forego the Staff Credential and go straight for the CDA!

The plan is to earn my National CDA which will cover me for all the requirements of the Staff Credential AND is accepted in all 50 states AND gives me the added benefit of additional experience and knowledge. 

With me going to back to collage this year (Lord willing!) this is a great 1^st step! And remember how I felt unappreciated last week and was a bit down with all the commotion from work, home, and the dogs? My school's Director offered to have them pay for half of the fees associated with earning my CDA, my Mr. Who and I have created somewhat of a routine in our new home, and while we are still working through a few hiccups with the dogs and my friend, things are running a bit smoother.

So next time you reach what you think is a roadblock or dead end, remember that in His plan our plans are laughable and while He may not always give us what we want, He’ll give us what we need and reveal His plan in time. <3

Yours in Space and Time,

If He brings you to it…

He’ll bring you through it.

Oh and He has! After 9 months of not having our own home, of struggling to find work and save for our own apartment and adjust to life here in Orlando, after the toll all the stress has taken on our relationship…  we now have our own apartment!

God is so GOOD!

We moved in about 2 weeks ago (hence the lack of presence on here!) and have just been swamped… that and no internet lol. We found a cute little apartment in the heart of Orlando in a complex that has done a complete 180 from where it was 3 years ago. They have put so much love and care in to the area and it shows! 

We couldn’t be happier <3

Bit of some madness though… during the move my friend went off to Australia to travel for a month and I offered to care for her two big labs. Sweet, playful girls who I had watched in the past with success, hence the offer, they would stay the first week at her place with her roomie while I moved into my new place, then they would come stay with me… but that first Thursday night I get to her house and they are cut up, bleeding and hurt! I immediately called my hero, Mr. Who and he came to help me get the girls to the Emergency Vet… apparently they got into a fight over the garbage that my friend’s roommate had left piled since her departure (I won’t even tell you the fury I held inside for that man). After a night in the ER, stitches and cleaning up, I got to take them home at 3am. 

I took Friday off to stay with the girls to monitor them in their meds. Then that afternoon (no sleep, mind you) when Mr. Who gets home, the girls bump into each other on their way to greet him and FIREWORKS! The big girl started fighting with the older one and I was terrified… I couldn’t get her off of the other! Mr. Who stepped in and stopped it. So this time we could go to their normal vet, get more stitches done and cleaning up, and agreed the best thing to do would be to separate them and get them on the anxiety meds… we believe they are stressed about their momma leaving for so long. By the time I got them home I was delirious with exhaustion after having gone 24 hours no sleep… we got home, kept one in the room with us the other in the living room and slept. Sunday we dropped off the aggressor at my friends house for her sister to care for, and kept the older (and much more wounded girl) to care for since she has more meds and monitoring.

Whew… see what I mean? So much going on.

Work is okay, feeling a bit under-appreciated and overworked… So I cut back on my volunteering to stay later, I leave leftover work for the next day instead of staying after school to do them. I go home… to my Mr. Who, my old girl and my baby chi, Edgar. I make dinner and relax with my honey.

It almost feels like ‘home’ already J