This Week: Doula work, A Birth, A job and A Missionary

If you've been on this earth longer than ten minutes,
you may have learned this truth:
"things don't always go as planned."
True story right there.

The little Momma I was serving as a post-partum doula
is taking a little longer than we thought
as she heals her heart and body.
These things take time, I tell her.
Be patient.
Be positive.
You will feel better soon.

At least half of my time spent with her
is sitting on the edge of her bed
listening.
She will be okay
in time.
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My special needs son, Dean,
whom we just moved to a new HHP,
is bored as he awaits the paperwork
for a new day program and a job--
so what did he do to help his efforts to find a new job?
He dialed 911 and asked the dispatcher
if he could get a job as a Policeman.
Oh yes he did.

Hearing this at first,
I was embarrassed for him--
and then I just laughed
at his boldness.
That boy wants a job and isn't afraid to ask for one!
Gotta love that!

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I am sleeping lighter these days
as I am waiting for a special phone call
that will bid me to come to a birth!
I haven't taken any births since my car accident
last November;
but I am ready to get busy again.
I know it will take alot of energy,
but man alive,
is it worth it to experience the
miracle of Life!
There isn't anything else
I can think of that gives me as much joy
as attending a birth!

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Our letters from Nana have been fantastic!
She is so stinkin' happy at the MTC--
her letter this week was full of excitement
and wishes she could call and tell me all about
her new experiences and new friends.
I admit it,
that's the hardest thing for me too--
I miss talking to her and just catching up together.
{sigh}
Her happiness is mine.

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And that's it for me tonight.
Just livin' my life and hanging on for the ride.