The past seven school days have been simply chAotic. I found out Wednesday where/when our clinic assignments were, that was a crazy mess, and I had my first emotional breakdown on Thursday. I haven't bo0-hood that much since my freshman year at OSU, and that's saying something.
I remember, it was the Sunday after my parents finished moved me into Wentz after the dramatic/what the crap/ugh/no thanks experience rushing, and I woke up with a stranger (Back up. She was my pot-luck roommate that was originally from Stillwater and she sounded like a great person over the phone, and that was the end of it.) in my dorm room. Okay, maybe not a stranger, but she was to me. She got up and ready for the day, and then left to do whatever she did. So here I am, stuck in a traditional dorm room with one window that my roommate has already claimed, no friends (just yet), and all I can think about is, "why in the world did I choose to come here??". I was halfway tempted to withdraw from OSU and go to OSU-OKC to live at home. Yeah, it was that bad. But through every crazy "Berlin Wall" experience (roommate and I would end up piling things up in a line to divide the 10 ft. by 14 1/2 ft. room), I finally found my place at OSU. I want to say that I chose to go through the "undeclared but still in the Journalism Broadcasting College" route because my friends were going that way. I'm not exactly sure why, but I learned a good lesson - friends can't decide your major for you.
Anyways...
Two weekends ago I got to puppy-sit my next door neighbors' 3-4 month old puppy, Oakley, overnight. She's a Jack Russell terrier and Schnauzer mix and is HYPER as all know it. She's also teething and does not know how to give kisses instead of chew on everything in site. This broke the "I want a puppy" curse.
On Thursday, I had my very first supervisor meeting with a lady that I have never met in my life. She's an hour and a half late, which I later silently gave her a reprieve, but it is still a pet peeve of mine. I understand that life happens and we all run behind some time in our lives. After she arrives, there are nine of us patiently waiting for individual meetings that need to be finished within thirty minutes. Once mine came up (I felt like I was at an audition for a play the way she yelled "next!"), I politely shook her hand and introduced myself. She proceeded to tell me how awful her week has been. Okay, I get it. She's human. Then, she looks at my client's folder, which I tried to look through thoroughly, and she announces that my folder whom I had nothing to do with, is the worst folder she's ever seen because information is missing, including the middle page of the most recent progress report which apparently had the semester goals on them. Not to mention, my client's parent has yet to answer or return my phone calls and therapy starts Thursday. Oh. Dear. Joy.
Needless to say, I'm trying to keep my composure and not burst into tears from the inadvertently placed frustration, and I end up bawling to my daddy over the phone. And after about twenty minutes of encouragement and comfort, I felt much better, and God led me to the above verse. I have learned that it is rather comforting to know that you can let go of your frustrations and give them up to God. You can tell Him how much your day sucked and He'll listen. You can babble on about how you don't know if you can do (insert task) and He'll comfort you. It's also comforting to know that He knows everything about everything and He'll take care of me no matter what. Especially when your next door neighbors have decided to see how much your adjoining wall can shake from the bass-boost on their stereos. Mark my words, they will either be seeing an audiologist due to going deaf, or they're going to just tough it out after becoming deaf. Stereo maker people should make sure that stereos can't go above a certain dB (sorry, sound level). Their poor little cochlea's organ of corti veli (the thing that's in your inner ear that looks like a snail and has little tiny hairs that sense sound) will be plum tuckered out and kick the bucket by the time they're 30.
Boys can come and go, material things can be lost and not found, and it may seem like that "B" you received in a class should have been an "A" considering all the work you put into the class, but God can handle it. Don't tell God how big your storm is, tell the storm how big God is.
Much Love.
klc
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ReplyDeleteYou are not alone :-) Call/text if you ever need to vent.