8.03.2008

Tequila: Friend or Foe

Usually I would tell people that tequila is no friend of mine. Nothing good has ever come of drinking it! But tonight... Tonight feels wonderful! Let me explain.

Tonight was the final night for my women's soccer team. We had a great game! I started midfield (almost scored, almost passed out from running so much), moved to forward (I DID score!) and made my way back to defense (almost scored again, but saved some goals). So I have an overload of endorphins surging through my body from running so much and doing the thing that makes me happiest in this world. Add to that a weak margarita and my anticipation for Monday morning. I am flying high right now!

I'm just so incredibly happy and excited! I had a "melt-down"/crying-out session on Thursday and it feels like a total 180 right now. My brother gave me the advice to go big. I have to do more than sending an application through email if I want anything. Why have I not thought of this before? I've always said that if I could just meet people and explain to them that I could do the job, if they could just meet me, I'd be set! So first-ish thing Monday morning I'm going after a job. I have a cover letter (if you can call it that), a resume, and my heart. If they could just see my heart and desire for the position... I know I would be good at it.

I'm shaking I'm so excited! I KNOW that God has something for me. I've always been sure of that. I've just always questioned the time-line. I've never fully trusted that end of it. But I can feel it now! I KNOW IT'S THERE! I just need to be observant and growing in the mean time.

So, my friends, be vigilant. I've faltered and I've questioned. Many, if not all of us, have been there. God comes through every time. Give Him your Trust. Give Him your Love. Those are the hardest things for me to give anybody, but who could possibly be more deserving than our greatest fan? Our Father? The One who loves us no matter how many times we slam the door closed in His face? He's sitting outside, waiting. Every time... Every time...

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