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Ground Rules...

"Dear God. I just want to be the woman You want me to be."


Be careful what you pray for. God has a way of developing you in ways that leave you sore and uncomfortable. If I stay honest. I have to admit that I am unsure what God wants for or from me and that is downright scary. I am afraid of not knowing what's next. I have spent thirteen years developing my professional career just for it to be snatched from me in the blink of an eye. The unknown is a fascinatingly frightening purgatory.

Therefore, in an attempt not to lose myself to my anxieties about my future's financial stability, I am setting some ground rules.

1. No social media!

    I need to hear from God, and that's so hard to do when I'm tuned in to everyone else. So for now, it's bye-bye Facebook.


2. Staying well-rested.

    I have time on my hands now, so I might as well catch up on some much needed zzzzz's. Come back next week for more information about the importance of getting enough sleep.

3. Weighing my options.

    The reality is, that at some point I will have to seek a way to get income. My husband works seasonally, and we will need some type of cash flow during the lean seasons. So, I'm putting myself out there for some part-time work. However, I cannot allow my fear to control my decision making process. I need to remain clear headed as I seek to fill the financial gap. That may even mean helping my husband seek employment during his off-season. Whatever the case may be, I am going to take my time.

4. Spend quality time with my daughter and husband.

    Now that the stress of keeping up with a demanding career is eliminated, I will use that extra energy to pay close attention to the two people I love the most. I hated having myself spliced so many different ways. Now I will put my time where my heart is.

5. Keep it Simple.

    I have a horrible habit of planning these grand adventures for my daughter when I want to spend quality time with her. Even though I'm domesticated, I need to reserve my strength so that I don't upset a chronic health issue I have. Therefor, I must maximize the simple day-to-day tasks, and minimize the adventures. Stay loyal, and you'll learn what it's like Living with Lupus.

I'm hoping that these ground rules keep me focused on what God wants from me during this season of uncertainty. I need to hear from Him, but I'm going to keep pressing forward as I do.

Signed,
A Newly Domesticated Lady

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