A Job, A Calling, A Ministry

This past week has went by supa fast! I started my new job last week and as I meet with differenet social service agencies, I truly believe one of my callings is to provide some sort of support to the very clients I now serve.

My clients are people who society have given up on, or more detrimental-have given up on themselves. They are mothers, they, are daughters, they are sisters, aunties, friends who somewhere along life's path made some choices, neglecting to consider the long term consequences. They are a mirror of parts of my life.

They are also brothers, fathers, friends who for whatever reason couldn't get it together, but has now made a conscious decision to fight for survival, to fight to become self sufficient, inspite of what the latest statistics say they will do. They are a part of me.

Lastly, they are children, who when I look into their eyes-make me think of the security my children now feel when we are in our own home, eating dinner at our own table, taking baths in our own tub. They are truly our hope, our future.

This week has definitely had it's bumps and bruises, but doesn't life? In spite of the hard times I'm having, I can say to you, where I am at in my life, on this day, "is truly a beautiful thang".

Good morning to Life

Wow, I just worked a 14 hr. shift came home slept for 5 hrs. and went back in for a 6 hr. shift. This is just a taste of what a forgotten, but far from hidden class does on a regular basis. Does anyone know the name of this "class"? You got it! It's the working poor. Millions of families in the United States have parent/parents who work more than one job. I know this is for a season that I go through this. My heart and soul goes out to those who endure this on a regular basis for a long period of time. I know throughout these past 48 hrs. I've had my highs and lows. I've tasted resentment in my dry mouth as I stretch my arms out-trying to stay coherent. I also looked contempt straight in the eye (literally when using my mirror) while trying to rub away my blood shot pupils.

Ya know what? It's time for me to rouse the kids so I can get them started with their day. Lord, grant me the strength and the courage to stumble through this day. May I allow my thoughts and heart not to be cloudy, but to allow Your Holy Spirit to direct me. Thanks God for ensuring my safe return last night because Lord knows I felt like dirivng the car off the highway if that would grant me rest.

I'll holla,
Bonita Sista