it's taken care of
anyone who's had to deal with daycare probably knows my pain. gary and i stopped by this center really close to the church (his new job!). it's supposed to be a learning center. the brochures are lovely and airbrushed. i got in there and luci's age group was just kind of roaming around. there were a couple of rowdy boys who looked like they could knock her over. the toys looked germy. then the infant room really killed me. baby-watchers. it's as if the workers looked at the clock and it said 10am, so they dutifully picked up the babies and rocked them. it's time to hold the babies such that this could more closely resemble the nurturing environment of home. then at exactly 10:07 we'll set them down again. all this for 20 hours per week for a grand total of $300/wk. i was kind of annoyed at gary, who was chatting it up with the director of the center, giggling, etc. later he told me he did it to offset the daggers in my eyes and the kung fu grip i had on both of the kids. i was ready to quit my job right then and live off the land.
oh well. in the back of my mind i trusted God to throw us a bone...
then my mom calls me with someone she and my dad met on the island (mackinac island). she's filipina, and she was hoping to find a family to be a nanny for, that would treat her like one of their own. ding!
her name is jennifer, we call her ate jen. she said she told God that only He knows His master plan, but if it was in His plan for her to be with a family to nanny...
she is the answer to our prayers... even if we didn't realize we were praying for this. i believe it's the Holy Spirit... i remember the verse about the Spirit going to God with our prayers in inexpressible groanings. i'll find the passage and post it later. it makes me... sheepish... because i feel i haven't been praying that much. it's been a long time since i've felt deeply in love with Him. i know to try to love God is to love Him. but i feel that's not good enough. it would be like me telling gary that trying to love him means i love him.
how do i get back to Steubenville 2000?
oh well. in the back of my mind i trusted God to throw us a bone...
then my mom calls me with someone she and my dad met on the island (mackinac island). she's filipina, and she was hoping to find a family to be a nanny for, that would treat her like one of their own. ding!
her name is jennifer, we call her ate jen. she said she told God that only He knows His master plan, but if it was in His plan for her to be with a family to nanny...
she is the answer to our prayers... even if we didn't realize we were praying for this. i believe it's the Holy Spirit... i remember the verse about the Spirit going to God with our prayers in inexpressible groanings. i'll find the passage and post it later. it makes me... sheepish... because i feel i haven't been praying that much. it's been a long time since i've felt deeply in love with Him. i know to try to love God is to love Him. but i feel that's not good enough. it would be like me telling gary that trying to love him means i love him.
how do i get back to Steubenville 2000?
posted by mad @ 7:48 AM
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