Thanks, everyone, for chiming in on my inner struggles. I don't know if I'm any closer to finding "where the balance is", but I realized something after I shared my thoughts with Art. I don't know if it really matters how far left some of our church's ideas are. Our church's mission is to be as close to the early church model as possible. So we gather around a meal like the first Christians did. And we go out and serve those in our community, giving to those who are in need.
We strive, as much as possible, to "be Jesus" to everyone by meeting their practical needs. We bring baskets of food to needy families who would otherwise not be able to have a Thanksgiving feast. We make bag lunches and hand them out to homeless people. We find out who needs help cleaning their house, or weeding their garden, or painting a fence, or cutting down some trees, or who needs baby clothes and diapers. Or if they just need some cash. Or furniture.
And you know what? Our church really has made a difference. What we do is working. We've been affectionately nicknamed the "ghost busters" of our city. Because when there is a need in the community, who are you gonna call? Us. Our church. So does it matter if they lean a little liberal? People are experiencing Jesus' love in ways that they understand. And I think that is the most important thing.
(I would like to thank my husband for pointing this out to me, and in fewer words too. I, on the other hand, still don't know how to be succinct.)
On an aside, I think it's kind of interesting that the issue of homosexuals in church got the most air time. Interesting because, out of the three issues I mentioned, it's the one I struggle with the least. And while we're on that subject, I forgot to mention that it's a very personal issue with our pastor, because his son is gay. I can't imagine the struggle his family has gone through, trying to love their boy while completely disagreeing with the path he is on. Anyway, I failed to mention that little fact. It may or may not change the discussion.
I would also like to assure everyone that I'm not bombarded with these ideas every Sunday. They have popped up here and there, and they're subtle. Most often, they're mixed into a discussion about something completely different. But I've taken notice, and it's definitely causing me to think.
Onto other matters. Art and I will be in Manitoba in a little more than a week, and I am so excited. There are babies to meet, and families to hug, and snow to play in, and large Christmas trees to enjoy. (We put up our tree a little while ago, and it's pretty. All two feet of it. With its dollar store decorations.) Hopefully someone over there will have a camera and will be taking pictures, and then I will FINALLY have a few pictures to show you. Boy, do I ever miss having a camera. You've probably all forgotten what I look like...
I have other great news: it snowed today!!! We watched the fluffy white flakes fall during the church service. Our pastor had barely finished giving the closing benediction before the kids dashed outside and started throwing snowballs. And by "the kids" I mean Joe and Art.
The snow isn't likely to stay. The temperatures are supposed to be above freezing all week, and we're finally going to get our winter rain. I'm surprised how little it's rained in the past month. I don't think that's normal. It's been unusually cold and frosty. I've been enjoying the sunlight, and seeing all the mountains every morning, but I'm kind of glad that the clouds are rolling in. It makes things a bit warmer. Though I would prefer the clouds to be snow-laden.
I can't believe how time is flying by. We're already halfway through December. My Christmas break from work is only a week away. Our friend-and-family Christmas party here is only a week away. And then a few days after that, we jet off to the prairies.
I wish you all a wonderful Sunday. I just finished downing a late lunch of Arby's, so I'm anticipating a nap in the near future. I just love weekends.
December 13, 2009
December 6, 2009
The One Where I Get All Philosophical
I've noticed that a pattern is beginning to develop as far as Sunday mornings go. After church is over, I am hesitant to get up and move about and talk to people. Not because I'm lazy, or transfixed, or scared. It's because I'm deep in thought, and I once I start down the path of asking myself all these questions, I don't want to have to interrupt myself.
It's probably a good thing that I'm not allowed to sit and be antisocial and introspective, because the questions that always come up on Sunday mornings are sobering. I always leave church in a state of solemnity, and I don't really like it. I'm not comfortable with all these thoughts and questions that invade my mind every week. Probably because I don't have any answers. Here are some of the topics swirling around in my brain today.
Homosexuals
Let me start by saying that I believe the Bible is very clear on this topic. God says that homosexuality is a sin. I also think that homosexuality is a sin. So there's no problem there. The thing I'm uncomfortable with is what my pastor said one morning. He made it clear that our church accepts homosexuals. He didn't say whether or not our church condones the practice of homosexuality. But he did say he wanted our church to be known as the church that doesn't turn them away.
So it go me thinking: do other churches turn homosexuals away? Are homosexuals even interested in going to church? Is this even an issue? Why would a gay or lesbian person want to attend church? They know that churches contain Christians, and Christians condemn that lifestyle. So why would they even darken a church door? And if our church makes a point of inviting them to be a part of our gathering, then does that mean that my church thinks that homosexuality is okay?
And what happens if we actually did have homosexuals in our church? Would we have to make a disclaimer every Sunday, saying that we love them and that God loves them, but we really hope they turn from that lifestyle? And what about those verses in the New Testament about church members who blatantly and defiantly live in sin? The church leaders are supposed to talk to them in private and ask them to repent, and if that person does not, they are asked to leave the church.
Christians are supposed to be light and love to all people, but we also can't ignore sin. How do we reconcile the two? Where is the line?
Justice
This one is even more difficult to wrap my brain around, because it's more vague a concept. I hear that word a lot in church, and I have to confess, I don't really know what it means. So I looked it up in the dictionary. It has to do with being good, fair, right or righteous, and honorable. Doing the right thing, following and upholding the law.
Then I looked up justice in a concordance, to see what the Bible has to say about it. The Old Testament laws have a lot to say about not perverting justice, or denying someone of justice. It also admonishes kings and leaders to make sure to administer justice, and not turn ignore wrong-doing. But the Bible also says that ultimately, it is God who brings justice.
Our church makes it clear that one of our purposes is to bring justice to our community. And you know what? I really don't know how to do that. Am I not promoting justice by following the law? Is there more to it than that? I am not a judge or a cop. I cannot make others obey the law. How do I bring justice to others? Does that mean that I go out and punish whoever has done them wrong? What if they did themselves wrong?
I feel like whenever people talk about bringing justice to the world, or to a community, they are specifically referring to poor people. How does one bring justice to a poor person? Are the majority of poor people in their present financial situation because someone else made them poor? And if someone made them poor, is there someone who is also keeping them poor? And if so, how do we fix that?
I'll be honest. I think that the whole "justice for poor people" is a flawed, liberal idea that says it's our job to get poor people out of there poverty. I'm all for charity, and helping someone in need, but I don't think you can make a poor person rich just by giving them money, or buying them a house, or a car, or whatever.
If a person is irresponsible with their finances, or they are holding onto an addiction or habit that ties up their income, then poverty isn't the real problem. The problem is that they are choosing irresponsibility and sin, instead of taking care of their needs.
Of course we need to love those people, and we should try to help them, but you can only go so far. If they don't want help, or if they want someone else to pick up the slack for them, then we shouldn't be enabling their crooked thinking and living by continuing to give them money.
Again I say: where is the line? Should we continue buying groceries for someone who is already receiving welfare from the government for groceries, but they spend most of that money on cigarettes and alcohol? God tells us not to forget the widows and the poor. But how can we bring justice to someone who has brought injustice on themselves?
Oppression
There is one song that we sing in our church that talks about how we are all "city lights." We are to bring light to every dark corner of the world. One of the lines in that song says that we must shine for "the rich who still oppress." And it ties in with the whole justice idea. But I fear that it's just another liberal line, that poor people are poor because they are oppressed by rich people. And rich people are rich because they are greedy and oppressive.
I had to look this word up in the dictionary as well, because I didn't have a clear sense of what it meant. The first definition by Merriam-Webster is: to crush or burden by abuse of power or authority. Now I know that money is power. But I feel like a lot of people hate those who are wealthy because they think that the wealthy got to that place by stepping on everyone below them.
I thought that wealth was gained by good, old-fashioned hard work, saving, discipline, and smart investing. Do these things oppress? I think not. So how does a rich person oppress? Do they flaunt their wealth to those less fortunate? Do they make a habit of employing people to work for them, and then not pay them enough?
Also, what defines wealth? How much money does a person have to have before they are considered rich? And what does this have to do with oppression? Can one be oppressive simply through inaction? By not being charitable with the money they've earned, are they oppressing poor people? Where do these ideas come from?
Now, I love my church. They are trying their hardest to make a difference in our city by meeting practical needs, and it shows. But every once in a while, they say these things that make me uncomfortable, because I don't know exactly what they mean by them.
What do they mean when they say that we are a gay-loving church? What do they mean when they say our mission is to bring justice to the poor? What do they mean when they say we need to shine for rich people who oppress? And should I be okay with these things? Are these Biblical ideas?
And what if they are wrong? Does it matter? Is all the good work that they are doing negated by a few flawed beliefs? Are these deal breakers?
I struggle with these thoughts every Sunday when I come away from a church service. And I'm not any closer to figuring them out. I'm not specifically asking you for the answers, but you are free to chime in if you want.
It's probably a good thing that I'm not allowed to sit and be antisocial and introspective, because the questions that always come up on Sunday mornings are sobering. I always leave church in a state of solemnity, and I don't really like it. I'm not comfortable with all these thoughts and questions that invade my mind every week. Probably because I don't have any answers. Here are some of the topics swirling around in my brain today.
Homosexuals
Let me start by saying that I believe the Bible is very clear on this topic. God says that homosexuality is a sin. I also think that homosexuality is a sin. So there's no problem there. The thing I'm uncomfortable with is what my pastor said one morning. He made it clear that our church accepts homosexuals. He didn't say whether or not our church condones the practice of homosexuality. But he did say he wanted our church to be known as the church that doesn't turn them away.
So it go me thinking: do other churches turn homosexuals away? Are homosexuals even interested in going to church? Is this even an issue? Why would a gay or lesbian person want to attend church? They know that churches contain Christians, and Christians condemn that lifestyle. So why would they even darken a church door? And if our church makes a point of inviting them to be a part of our gathering, then does that mean that my church thinks that homosexuality is okay?
And what happens if we actually did have homosexuals in our church? Would we have to make a disclaimer every Sunday, saying that we love them and that God loves them, but we really hope they turn from that lifestyle? And what about those verses in the New Testament about church members who blatantly and defiantly live in sin? The church leaders are supposed to talk to them in private and ask them to repent, and if that person does not, they are asked to leave the church.
Christians are supposed to be light and love to all people, but we also can't ignore sin. How do we reconcile the two? Where is the line?
Justice
This one is even more difficult to wrap my brain around, because it's more vague a concept. I hear that word a lot in church, and I have to confess, I don't really know what it means. So I looked it up in the dictionary. It has to do with being good, fair, right or righteous, and honorable. Doing the right thing, following and upholding the law.
Then I looked up justice in a concordance, to see what the Bible has to say about it. The Old Testament laws have a lot to say about not perverting justice, or denying someone of justice. It also admonishes kings and leaders to make sure to administer justice, and not turn ignore wrong-doing. But the Bible also says that ultimately, it is God who brings justice.
Our church makes it clear that one of our purposes is to bring justice to our community. And you know what? I really don't know how to do that. Am I not promoting justice by following the law? Is there more to it than that? I am not a judge or a cop. I cannot make others obey the law. How do I bring justice to others? Does that mean that I go out and punish whoever has done them wrong? What if they did themselves wrong?
I feel like whenever people talk about bringing justice to the world, or to a community, they are specifically referring to poor people. How does one bring justice to a poor person? Are the majority of poor people in their present financial situation because someone else made them poor? And if someone made them poor, is there someone who is also keeping them poor? And if so, how do we fix that?
I'll be honest. I think that the whole "justice for poor people" is a flawed, liberal idea that says it's our job to get poor people out of there poverty. I'm all for charity, and helping someone in need, but I don't think you can make a poor person rich just by giving them money, or buying them a house, or a car, or whatever.
If a person is irresponsible with their finances, or they are holding onto an addiction or habit that ties up their income, then poverty isn't the real problem. The problem is that they are choosing irresponsibility and sin, instead of taking care of their needs.
Of course we need to love those people, and we should try to help them, but you can only go so far. If they don't want help, or if they want someone else to pick up the slack for them, then we shouldn't be enabling their crooked thinking and living by continuing to give them money.
Again I say: where is the line? Should we continue buying groceries for someone who is already receiving welfare from the government for groceries, but they spend most of that money on cigarettes and alcohol? God tells us not to forget the widows and the poor. But how can we bring justice to someone who has brought injustice on themselves?
Oppression
There is one song that we sing in our church that talks about how we are all "city lights." We are to bring light to every dark corner of the world. One of the lines in that song says that we must shine for "the rich who still oppress." And it ties in with the whole justice idea. But I fear that it's just another liberal line, that poor people are poor because they are oppressed by rich people. And rich people are rich because they are greedy and oppressive.
I had to look this word up in the dictionary as well, because I didn't have a clear sense of what it meant. The first definition by Merriam-Webster is: to crush or burden by abuse of power or authority. Now I know that money is power. But I feel like a lot of people hate those who are wealthy because they think that the wealthy got to that place by stepping on everyone below them.
I thought that wealth was gained by good, old-fashioned hard work, saving, discipline, and smart investing. Do these things oppress? I think not. So how does a rich person oppress? Do they flaunt their wealth to those less fortunate? Do they make a habit of employing people to work for them, and then not pay them enough?
Also, what defines wealth? How much money does a person have to have before they are considered rich? And what does this have to do with oppression? Can one be oppressive simply through inaction? By not being charitable with the money they've earned, are they oppressing poor people? Where do these ideas come from?
Now, I love my church. They are trying their hardest to make a difference in our city by meeting practical needs, and it shows. But every once in a while, they say these things that make me uncomfortable, because I don't know exactly what they mean by them.
What do they mean when they say that we are a gay-loving church? What do they mean when they say our mission is to bring justice to the poor? What do they mean when they say we need to shine for rich people who oppress? And should I be okay with these things? Are these Biblical ideas?
And what if they are wrong? Does it matter? Is all the good work that they are doing negated by a few flawed beliefs? Are these deal breakers?
I struggle with these thoughts every Sunday when I come away from a church service. And I'm not any closer to figuring them out. I'm not specifically asking you for the answers, but you are free to chime in if you want.
December 3, 2009
This Is What Happens When I Only Blog Once a Week
I'm sitting here blogging because I'm avoiding the dishes. Which is dumb, because I've been avoiding them since Tuesday. I was so determined to keep up with the dishes this week, and wash small piles of dishes every day, instead of waiting for a mountain to form, and then tackling them. There is no mountain. Yet. I should probably keep it that way.
I'm sitting here blogging because what I really wanted to do was laundry. Again, something else I've been meaning to do all week, and I just forgot. Which is a shame, because someone else decided to do there laundry today. So both machines will be occupied for a few hours.
I hope I at least get one load done. There is a certain sweater that needs washing that I want to wear tomorrow (and I've known this all week long, so it's my fault that I waited till now). But this sweater HAS to be washed, because it's my nicest one, and Art and I are going to our very first company Christmas party tomorrow!
It's his work party, and I want to make a good impression on all these people I hear so much about. I'm kind of nervous. To be completely honest, I'm mostly nervous about meeting one person in particular. I've heard about her and I've seen pictures of her, and she is basically the hottest woman I have ever seen (in real life. Movie stars don't count as "real"). So I'm a tiny bit jealous that Art works with her, and I'm just afraid I'm going to feel drab while being in the same room as her.
Yeah yeah, I know you're all going to think/say "Jenene, you are so beautiful, don't even think those thoughts." Thank you, that's very kind of you. I'm not fishing for compliments. I'm just spilling my thoughts.
Enough about laundry and jealousy. I got a new can opener today, and I'm more excited about it than I probably should be. But ours is a piece of junk, and this one is made from titanium alloy, which just sounds so fancy. Fancy for a can opener. And it was on sale. Plus, I got to spend a few minutes at the kitchen store at the mall. I love that store. Which is funny, because I'm not someone who loves to spend a lot of time in the kitchen. But I just love that store! And I'm really tired of going to war just to make some mushroom soup.
I also got my boot fixed! What boot, you ask? Well. Art bought me a beautiful pair of boots for Christmas almost two years ago. Beautiful, expensive boots. And I wore them for three months, and then the zipper on one of them broke. I was a little unimpressed, considering how much money they cost. I couldn't take them back to the store, because I was in Canada, and Art bought them in the US. So I brought the boot to a shoe repair, and it she kept saying "Come back next week", and then the next week it wouldn't be ready, and I would have to wait another week.
By the time the boot was fixed, it was spring, and too warm to wear them. Then I got married, and moved, and didn't take them with me. My mom brought them with her when she visited last fall, and I discovered that the zipper on the other boot was broken. How does a zipper break on a boot I'm not wearing? Anyway, I didn't get that one fixed last year, because we were broker than broke, and boot zippers were NOT a priority.
Finally, last week I was determined that I would wear these boots again. Art paid good money for them, and had never seen me wear them, and they still look new. So I brought it to a shoe repair place at the mall, and THIS guy knows what he's doing. He said "Come back next week", and sure enough, they were done in one week. And here they are!!!
This picture is two years old. That is not my current sidewalk/yard. We do not have snow. But that is the only picture I have of them. Aren't they splendiferous?
So yeah. I'm pretty happy about that. I also bought myself some chocolate today, because I haven't done that in a while.
And then tomorrow I get paid, and I'm going to do my online Christmas shopping this weekend. Except I have no idea what to get for Art. Ideas? My budget is $15.
Ooh, and I learned to crochet a little while ago! I haven't practiced much, but it's easier and faster than knitting. So I should probably do more of it. But I'm too busy these days watching Art's birthday present. I bought him Season 5 of The Office, so we've spent our evenings blazing through those discs.
We have a tradition with The Office. It's our show. And we don't watch it on TV. We wait until the season is over, and then we buy it when it comes out on dvd a few months later. And then we watch the whole thing in as few days as possible. It's great. Those evenings are not a waste of time at all. Because it's our tradition. So don't tell me anything about Season 6. We'll be watching it next September.
Someone else bought Art Season 2 of The Office for his birthday, so we'll probably watch that once we're done with Season 5. I remember really liking Season 2. And now we have the whole collection.
So let's see, what haven't I talked about yet? Oh work. How is work? Work is.......you know what? Work isn't stressful. It's draining. There's a difference. When we're all busy cranking through order entry because they're coming in like crazy, that is stressful. But since there are so many random things that prevent us from entering orders because our new database isn't completely done being programmed for all the things we need to do (and won't be for at least another year), it takes so loooong to get anything done.
We all have so many questions, and we can hardly keep track of some of the answers we've been given, and the people who can answer us are being pulled in every direction......work drags. Everything we do drags. It's not stressful, it's draining. I can't wait until most of these kinks are worked out, and we can finally start feeling like we're getting into a rhythm.
Thankfully, my manager is hiring another seasonal to help us out. She's going to start conducting interviews next week already. So I might have a new coworker just before Christmas. And they will be doing what I'm doing. I'm not sure if I will still be doing what I'm doing. We kind of need two of us working "behind the scenes", because one person cannot keep up. I would know, because I've been trying to keep up, and it's not working.
Someone said that there is a chance that we might be working over our Christmas break. Our company closes for two straight weeks over Christmas, which is great, because Art and I are going to Manitoba for Christmas this year. But the break is unpaid for me, because I'm still seasonal.
Anyway, there is so much backlog to catch up on, they might need us on those "closed" days (except for Christmas Eve and Christmas Day). Art and I will still go on our one-week trip, but I wouldn't mind being able to work on those other days. More money for me. So don't tell any of my coworkers, but I actually hope they end up calling us in.
So yeah. It's not exactly fun, but I like feeling necessary, like I'm making a difference. Anytime I feel like complaining, I remember that this time last year, Art had just lost his full time job, and I was crying out to God in desperation. Now, we're both working full time, and we are staying ahead of the bills and rent. I have a lot to be thankful for.
I don't know why I always end these posts with work-related things. I don't want to end on a depressing note. So I'll end by telling you that I'm hoping to set up our tiny Christmas tree this weekend as well. I bought some more decorations from the dollar store last weekend, so I think our tree will be perfectly full this year. Yay!
I'm sitting here blogging because what I really wanted to do was laundry. Again, something else I've been meaning to do all week, and I just forgot. Which is a shame, because someone else decided to do there laundry today. So both machines will be occupied for a few hours.
I hope I at least get one load done. There is a certain sweater that needs washing that I want to wear tomorrow (and I've known this all week long, so it's my fault that I waited till now). But this sweater HAS to be washed, because it's my nicest one, and Art and I are going to our very first company Christmas party tomorrow!
It's his work party, and I want to make a good impression on all these people I hear so much about. I'm kind of nervous. To be completely honest, I'm mostly nervous about meeting one person in particular. I've heard about her and I've seen pictures of her, and she is basically the hottest woman I have ever seen (in real life. Movie stars don't count as "real"). So I'm a tiny bit jealous that Art works with her, and I'm just afraid I'm going to feel drab while being in the same room as her.
Yeah yeah, I know you're all going to think/say "Jenene, you are so beautiful, don't even think those thoughts." Thank you, that's very kind of you. I'm not fishing for compliments. I'm just spilling my thoughts.
Enough about laundry and jealousy. I got a new can opener today, and I'm more excited about it than I probably should be. But ours is a piece of junk, and this one is made from titanium alloy, which just sounds so fancy. Fancy for a can opener. And it was on sale. Plus, I got to spend a few minutes at the kitchen store at the mall. I love that store. Which is funny, because I'm not someone who loves to spend a lot of time in the kitchen. But I just love that store! And I'm really tired of going to war just to make some mushroom soup.
I also got my boot fixed! What boot, you ask? Well. Art bought me a beautiful pair of boots for Christmas almost two years ago. Beautiful, expensive boots. And I wore them for three months, and then the zipper on one of them broke. I was a little unimpressed, considering how much money they cost. I couldn't take them back to the store, because I was in Canada, and Art bought them in the US. So I brought the boot to a shoe repair, and it she kept saying "Come back next week", and then the next week it wouldn't be ready, and I would have to wait another week.
By the time the boot was fixed, it was spring, and too warm to wear them. Then I got married, and moved, and didn't take them with me. My mom brought them with her when she visited last fall, and I discovered that the zipper on the other boot was broken. How does a zipper break on a boot I'm not wearing? Anyway, I didn't get that one fixed last year, because we were broker than broke, and boot zippers were NOT a priority.
Finally, last week I was determined that I would wear these boots again. Art paid good money for them, and had never seen me wear them, and they still look new. So I brought it to a shoe repair place at the mall, and THIS guy knows what he's doing. He said "Come back next week", and sure enough, they were done in one week. And here they are!!!
This picture is two years old. That is not my current sidewalk/yard. We do not have snow. But that is the only picture I have of them. Aren't they splendiferous?
So yeah. I'm pretty happy about that. I also bought myself some chocolate today, because I haven't done that in a while.
And then tomorrow I get paid, and I'm going to do my online Christmas shopping this weekend. Except I have no idea what to get for Art. Ideas? My budget is $15.
Ooh, and I learned to crochet a little while ago! I haven't practiced much, but it's easier and faster than knitting. So I should probably do more of it. But I'm too busy these days watching Art's birthday present. I bought him Season 5 of The Office, so we've spent our evenings blazing through those discs.
We have a tradition with The Office. It's our show. And we don't watch it on TV. We wait until the season is over, and then we buy it when it comes out on dvd a few months later. And then we watch the whole thing in as few days as possible. It's great. Those evenings are not a waste of time at all. Because it's our tradition. So don't tell me anything about Season 6. We'll be watching it next September.
Someone else bought Art Season 2 of The Office for his birthday, so we'll probably watch that once we're done with Season 5. I remember really liking Season 2. And now we have the whole collection.
So let's see, what haven't I talked about yet? Oh work. How is work? Work is.......you know what? Work isn't stressful. It's draining. There's a difference. When we're all busy cranking through order entry because they're coming in like crazy, that is stressful. But since there are so many random things that prevent us from entering orders because our new database isn't completely done being programmed for all the things we need to do (and won't be for at least another year), it takes so loooong to get anything done.
We all have so many questions, and we can hardly keep track of some of the answers we've been given, and the people who can answer us are being pulled in every direction......work drags. Everything we do drags. It's not stressful, it's draining. I can't wait until most of these kinks are worked out, and we can finally start feeling like we're getting into a rhythm.
Thankfully, my manager is hiring another seasonal to help us out. She's going to start conducting interviews next week already. So I might have a new coworker just before Christmas. And they will be doing what I'm doing. I'm not sure if I will still be doing what I'm doing. We kind of need two of us working "behind the scenes", because one person cannot keep up. I would know, because I've been trying to keep up, and it's not working.
Someone said that there is a chance that we might be working over our Christmas break. Our company closes for two straight weeks over Christmas, which is great, because Art and I are going to Manitoba for Christmas this year. But the break is unpaid for me, because I'm still seasonal.
Anyway, there is so much backlog to catch up on, they might need us on those "closed" days (except for Christmas Eve and Christmas Day). Art and I will still go on our one-week trip, but I wouldn't mind being able to work on those other days. More money for me. So don't tell any of my coworkers, but I actually hope they end up calling us in.
So yeah. It's not exactly fun, but I like feeling necessary, like I'm making a difference. Anytime I feel like complaining, I remember that this time last year, Art had just lost his full time job, and I was crying out to God in desperation. Now, we're both working full time, and we are staying ahead of the bills and rent. I have a lot to be thankful for.
I don't know why I always end these posts with work-related things. I don't want to end on a depressing note. So I'll end by telling you that I'm hoping to set up our tiny Christmas tree this weekend as well. I bought some more decorations from the dollar store last weekend, so I think our tree will be perfectly full this year. Yay!
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