Look What Was Waiting For Me When I Got Home...





...are they not BEAUTIFUL! I needed these so much. I have had the week from Hell last week. I had to make a personal and difficult confession to my manager and assistant manager at work. I had to apologize to a co-worker. I basically puffed myself up like a blowfish and had to wiggle like a worm. I have felt rotten about myself this week, and what I've realized is that every relationship I have ever had where I have cared for them in any amount I have hurt them is some form or fashion by my judgement. I am a judgemental person, God help me! I am! I totally react before I think it through, and taking it to God...please! It really kind of scared me look back on past co-depent relationships, relationships that I destroyed, relationships I could have destroyed but because this person loves me for who I am loved me enough anyway to say I'm sticking this through...I'm scared for Monday and what it will bring. I don't want things to be changed between these individuals and me, but somehow they already are...

...me and God had a conversation, well I talked He listened on the matter today...I'm rambling because that's me, but I just ask all of you to keep me in my prayers...I am smart, funny, pretty, and nice...I promise :) Just not always that good!

Edee, the person who sent me the flowers, is such my tether(msp?)...she holds me to the truth and encourages me in ways that maybe even a really close friend couldn't...her and God have a special connection concerning me. These couldn't have come at a better time!

I love you all dearly! Later!

Comments

jettybetty said…
They are beautiful--and sounds like they did come at just the perfect time!
6:26 PM
Gigi said…
Sounds very much like a u-turn sister!! Praying for you to stay in the curve...love b
7:49 AM
Anonymous said…
They are indeed very beautiful flowers. Sometimes I read your post and it's like something I would say:) I too am guilty, but I'm learning and growing and it's ok.

Praying for you always!
11:39 AM
Pilot Mom said…
Melissa, what a beautiful gift from a beautiful friend! And, at just the right time!

It's wonderful how the dear Lord puts those "tethers" in our life, isn't it?

If I remember correctly your last day at work is quickly approaching...I'm excited for you.

And, by your apologizing to your boss and co-workers, allows God even more freedom to work greater wonders. Remember He uses our errors also, to further His kingdom.
7:22 PM
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