When It Rains....

You know the old Morton Salt motto, "When it rains, it pours?" I feel like life has been like that lately, especially for my parents. My Dad's still trying to recover from his shoulder injury (which seems to be getting worse instead of better). Then, on top of being unemployed, both of my parents end up getting the flu! Good grief!

And then there's my job. Yesterday we couldn't afford to buy office supplies and this morning our telephones were briefly disconnected because we hadn't paid our bill. Our bookkeeper was let go and a number of my coworkers are ready to quit! Like wise ol' Morton said, "When it rains, it pours!"

I'm counting down the days - though there is no specific end in sight - to when I get to quit this job and move on to something better. I feel guilty, in a way, because I have developed wonderful relationships with some of my coworkers and I know some of those friendships will be severed when I leave. As our now-former bookkeeper put it, this loss of a coworker is like a death. We need time to mourn, so to speak, but instead we're expected to go on as normal (whatever that means!).

Well, I'm finished complaining...for now. I know God has a plan in all this and I've already seen His hand in some aspects. I just want results NOW! I don't want to wait! (I guess the Bible doesn't call it "waiting on the Lord" for nothing, right?)