I leave class 30 minutes early because I finished my practice tax return in record time. The CPA teaching the class is impressed. I’m just grateful. Seeing as how I registered a month late for the class, I’m totally relying on Jesus for me to get up to speed on the material. As usual He’s coming through for me. Before leaving I use the restroom and check my reflection while washing my hands. I admire the updo I wasn’t feeling too much all day. In this lighting it was cute. I decided it was good enough to last another day and that I will rock the same style tomorrow. On my way out I hear, “I love your hair!” from a fellow student. Confirmation. Definitely keeping the style for tomorrow :-). After thanking her I indulge in friendly banter with Robert, the good looking guy with same sex attractions. He has no idea I’m praying for him.
I enjoy the ride home feeling refreshed. Who knew Tax class could be refreshing?
It’s been a long day of work. Statements were sent out to customers and so I was kept on my toes all day responding to emails and returning voicemails. In the midst of I completed the finance report I was working on for my political friend. I was mighty proud of my compilation of the backup we needed to prove the numbers we listed in the report. I traveled to the post office on lunch and weighed the hefty envelope to get the right stamp before popping it in the mail. I made a mental note of the thrift store that was on the way, Better Than New. “I need to check that place out ASAP”, I thought to myself for the 2nd time this week.
On top of that I worked on book stuff. I re-submitted my manuscript to my publisher for editing. This was my 3rd time and I was frustrated, but I finally figured out the errors I had made the previous 2 times, so hopefully this was the final attempt. Having been productive in all these areas, I was feeling good. I’m so much happier when I’m productive. I’m so much better when I am using the gifts God has given me.
I enjoy the drive home, Taylor Swift on repeat, and my spirit at rest. God is with me. This is the life He died for. This is His best for me.
I sit in my bed now with my space-heater on, a mug of tea and a wool scarf around my neck. I love wearing a scarf at night. My pumpkin scented candle is going strong and Taylor is once again in my ear.
I focus on the good. I remind myself how much I will one day desire this season and all of its gifts. It’s hard for me to believe, but I remind myself anyway. I think about the past and how God has always come through. I even listened to a podcast from Heather Lindsey earlier today with the same message. How quickly we forget. How easy it is to focus on what is not instead of on what is.
“I AM THAT I AM”, He says. Inspite of what is not, HE IS. And always will be. Forever and Ever.
SHALOM
