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
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