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IBL 9 / Thankful Thursday XVII

I just realized, I haven't done a Thankful Thursday Post since... March... *shame*  Even though, there has been SO much to be thankful for.  I scanned through my posts and saw one titled "*hide*" and almost relived the few weeks after our "smoked-house" incident.  You would never know just by coming into the house or even sniffing your nose into every crook and cranny that our house smelled of over-done beef!  And that is most certainly something to be thankful for.

And then - there's the fact that...
I
am
working
on
my
MBA!
How many 20 year old girls do you know, are working on the MBAs?  Not many!  Can I repeat? God has been gracious in allowing me to work for CP under my coach, find out about Acton, study for the GMAT in 3 months, write a bunch of application essays in a couple months, and actually get into a school with full-tuition fellowship... and the many nuances and details that I fail to recall where God prepared my way.  God is GOOD!  And only He is GOOD!

Not to be a wishy-washy type of person, but when am I going to learn to stop being nervous about meeting and calling new people?  Goodness, it's not like my life depends on it, and even if it were, my life is still in God's hands.  When I try to analyze it, I don't even know what I'm nervous or worried about!!  I even reread an excerpt from "My Utmost for His Highest" in a post to remind myself that worrying is sinning.  And now, I'm not even worrying about important things... not that I should be! *slaps face* S.t.o.p. W.o.r.r.y.i.n.g., [C.J].

Just came back from a friend's house to drop off a birthday gift for the 6th child turning 4yo.  The family was like an extension of our family.  Now, we don't get to see them except on birthdays when we stop by for gifts.  When we first started homeschooling, we would see them every weekday and we were so close.  Now, their oldest daughter is in the Philippines volunteering at a midwifery center.  Their oldest son is 6'2" and doing calculus (he's only 15 going on 16!).  The three little PIGs (their initials spell that) who used to be wee lil' bairns are about waist or shoulder height and studying the same grades we were studying when we first met.  The latest additions, JJ (both of their names start with "J") are walking around and babbling off like grown-ups.  I miss hanging out with them regularly.  They've all grown so big now.

Oh, someone I respect said today, "God's not going to call you to do something you HATE."  I'm not so sure about this statement.  How do you know if what you hate, is not just unpleasant because of your selfish nature?  Hmm?  What if you just haven't died to your "self"?  Granted, you could be more effective in the Kingdom of God and Heaven doing what you love with high efficiency, but that doesn't mean you won't be designated to do something undesirable.  I don't know... you might call it something you hate, but God may be calling you to it, just to build up your character.  I mean, even if you do what you love, you're going to have bumps along the road.  What says your character is sufficient and strong for the difficulties and trials, if you can't even get over yourself and do something you don't "want" to do?  *shrugs* Just some of my thoughts.  Perhaps, I misunderstand my speaker.

One of the piano students' moms just commented that, "You look like you are playing piano when you type."  And then she went on to imitate my motions with a leetle bit of exaggeration.  HAHA!  She's an awesome actress.
Annnddd... one of my students asked me if my toenails ever grew.  I quote, "Do your toenails grow?  Because, every time I see them, they're exactly the same!  You don't paint them or let them grow long or anything!"  Haha, needless to say, I was quite speechless.

I finished the call with my guide earlier and she was so nice!  She makes me feel a lot more comfortable with what's ahead of me, but is also very honest about what's ahead and doesn't sugar-coat anything.  She's pretty up front with the amount of work I have to do and the mandatory grit to complete this MBA.  I'm excited but I'm also nervous.  I feel like I'm going in over my head, but I know it's perfect practice for the future!

Oh... I'm thankful for my bed.  I think, one day, I may not have the pleasure of sleeping in one so soft, clean, and comfy.

Be blessed!
~CJ

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