Life can be hectic

Thanksgiving is gone and I hear Christmas carols on the radio. Where has this year gone? I am on my third year of school towards my 2 Year RN program, and I keep reminding myself to just put my head down and plow through it. I can feel myself getting antsy, wanting to just be done with it already. The time that I carve out a for myself, I find that I am tired and my only want is to not use my brain.



I don't want to think about the nervous system, or how this fiber is a descending fiber and that one is ascending. This denoting which way an action potential is being sent. I do enjoy learning, but this class is one of two that I have found extremely hard. There is a lot to learn, and not a lot of time to do it all.


With the responsibilities of being a wife, mother and student, something has to give. The girls had soccer at the beginning of school for all of us and just getting them to practice and to games on Sat's (this wasn't so bad, I did enjoy watching), trying to find time to study and cook (which on school nights I don't). I guess what I am trying to say is that life is moving at a very fast pace for me and I find it hard to be still.


Time seems to be a precious commodity and to take time for myself is hard to do and hard to find. Never mind time for my husband and family. The other day I was so distraught from a test that I had taken and felt overwhelmed with trying to help both girls with their homework and trying to study on my own stuff, that I lost it. Craig has said something about my spending money on 3 b y 5 cards for the girls that I just started to cry. I told him what I was feeling and how his yelling at me about spending money on something to help the girls with school really upset me. He said he didn't think he yelled. We talked about how stressed I was and he agreed to go over some of the homework/flash cards (that I made) with the girls.


So I felt better and went off to class. But I don't think that things are going to become easier, just more difficult. But I will continue with putting my head down and plowing through until I reach the end.

God at Work

This Sunday was a "God at Work" Sunday at our church. Our pastor Vincent interviewed a priest, Father Bob who began and who is now working full time for The Center
which is an organization that works with people who are infected with the HIV virus or who have AIDS. It wasn't so much his work with these unfortunate people who are struggling with addictions, but his philosophy of seeing God in each person. Even in those that we have a hard time even liking, but to move beyond that and love them because they are deserving of love. Just as deserving as I am.

It seems to be a recurring theme to me lately. The caring for one person, helping one. How the world would be a better place is each one of us went the extra mile for just one! Why is it that we seem to get so wrapped up in our own daily lives, that we are blinded to the poverty and suffering of those who live only a couple of miles away.

I have a feeling that God will use me, I believe that he wants to use me even now. It is hard for me to release control. I mean I feel overwhelmed now, with my school, the girls school and our commitments to church (and we aren't overly committed there). I know that I should open my hand and in doing that the blessing that I would receive would be phenomenal.