Thank you, Jesus
Posted September 30, 2014on:
Uh – Oh, she’s writing again! Over the past few days, I have had a few different scenarios that have really gotten me thinking. No comments from the peanut gallery please. I have been on quite the journey. It started with the suspension of the Clothes Closet at my mom’s church. I had a van full of clothes that I tried selling, hoping to raise enough money to start a new ministry. That did not do as well as I hoped, so I started a fundraiser. I got so little support from it, it is ridiculous. People who I thought would order, the ones that wear the crosses, have Jesus bumper stickers on their cars and go to church on Sundays, raising their hands and shouting Thank you, Jesus, did not support me much …. If at all. In fact, many of them tried to talk me OUT of doing the fundraiser. Even though I knew what a hypocrite was, I really know now.
I had sent my aunt a flyer and a letter letting her know about my Fundraiser. She and my mom spoke yesterday and she told my mom she is unable to help because she has been hit up so many times as everyone is selling candles and candy. I am your niece. Your family. If this were your two youngest granddaughters selling you would expect everyone in the family to buy from them. They are family. They are your grandchildren. They are your favorites. Thank you, Jesus, for opening my eyes.
My mom spoke to my aunt’s daughter-in-law yesterday. Yes, that would also make the daughter-in-law my cousin. She was told that my aunt had been asked to tell a group of people about my 18 year old cousin’s high school graduation back in May. We were on the list of people she was suppose to tell. Everyone got told, but us. Yep, that stings. But thank you, Jesus, for opening our eyes.
To say that I have been disappointed by people would be an understatement. I have been disappointed, frustrated and down right mad. But thank you, Jesus, for the journey of learning what to do and what not to do. I know now who will support me and who will not. I have learned the need to set boundaries. I have learned that once set, people will always be pushing them and that they will always need to be reestablished.
In the midst of this journey, I am facing another one. A sad one. My great grandmother has entered Hospice care and she does not have long to live. Difficult – extremely. Thank God for caller ID. I hold my breath when I hear the phone ring until I know who is calling. I expect the call. When it will come only God knows. I know when the time comes I will be able to handle it. But it’s not a day I look forward too.
Thank you, Jesus, for the journeys and the lessons they have taught me.