Monday, September 30, 2013

A Prayer Forgotten But Fulfilled

 God will answer your prayers better than you think. Of course, one will not always get exactly what he has asked for....We all have sorrows and disappointments, but one must never forget that, if commended to God, they will issue in good....His own solution is far better than any we could conceive.”  ― Fanny J. Crosby

 When I had my first child, Samuel, it was a mutual decision between my husband and I that I would be a stay-at-home mother and that together we would make the sacrifices that it took to make that happen. He worked hard to provide for the family and I worked hard to live frugally in order for our children to have their mother at home with them to tend to their needs. Although, stressful and sometimes lonely, as the majority of my day was spoken in baby talk, I was content.

When the kids and I moved back to WA at the beginning of the "end" of my marriage I was still able to stay at home with them, although it was more of a struggle. But when I stood before the judge at our divorce hearings I heard the words of the judge telling me I needed a job...yesterday. However, in her "kindness" she would give me 30 days to find work if I wanted the custody arrangements to stay the way they were. I left there in a daze. I hadn't worked in eight years and thinking back at my previous jobs, I couldn't imagine how any of them would fit into my life of raising five children on my own.

I got busy applying for school at Tacoma Community College and decided to pursue Paralegal Studies. I had no idea what to do for work in the mean time. I took on a few summer babysitting jobs for friends. Through one of these friends I found out about a home health care company that was hiring. I applied, got the job, and worked for that company for nearly two years. Holding a job and going to college part time was difficult in the fact that I truly felt I was missing out on raising my own kids. They were here and there with family members (of whom I am eternally grateful) oftentimes until long after bedtime. When school began for my kids, I was able to waive tuition by helping teach Kindergartners two of the three days a week that they went to school. I found great fulfillment in this not only from the students I taught but for the fact that I got to see my own children throughout the day.

To make a long story short; I quit attending college because I realized I would not find happiness in that line of work, the year after my volunteering at the kids' school I was hired on as the full time Kindergarten teacher, I had the summer off to enjoy with my children and am now again loving every minute teaching my students which includes my youngest and most headstrong child, Cecelia.

I know I have mentioned many of these points in other posts but the point of this entry goes back to the Fanny Crosby quote in the beginning of this story. Many times throughout my life, my grandmother, Nana, would urge us to write notes to Jesus, Mary or St. Joseph, whose images in statues have graced her kitchen for as long as I can remember. She would tell us, "If you need a prayer answered, write a note and leave it under one of their statues." I don't even remember having done so, but she recently showed me one she found, as she was clearing out old notes, that I had written several years ago. Here it is:


 
It reads:
St. Joseph, Please grant me, by your intercession, a job with the Franklin Pierce School Distric(t).
A job that will give me enough hours to support my family but that I will still be able to be with the kids
when they are out of school. God's will be done, Gina.
 
 
I don't work for the Franklin Pierce School District, and am happy that I do not. Geographically, however, St. Mary's is in the district. I can't speak enough of the power of prayer. St. Joseph, thank you!

Saturday, September 28, 2013

"Why Haven't You Done Another Blog Post?"

I want to begin by stating I am truly humbled at the requests I've had to post more to this blog.

I thought this site was kind of like when you try to tell someone a long disconnected dream that you had and, while you find it absolutely fascinating, as you retell it you start to notice the blank stares and courtesy laughs of those who were fortunate enough NOT to experience your nocturnal imagination in full swing. In fact, it is one of the most difficult things I've tried to do, as a mother, to feign interest in one of my childs' dreams, especially when they want me to hear about it before my brain has been treated to its morning 'cup o joe'.

However, I digress. I was once asked why I stopped writing and as I responded, "Yeah, it has been awhile hasn't it?" A quick response shot back, "June 16th, that was the last entry." I was taken by surprise to learn that there was someone out there awaiting to hear more from me. So I vowed I'd write another post, that night. That was two months ago.

I tried to reason with myself why I hadn't written for so long. I love doing it, so I certainly don't look at it like it's a chore. I came up with a long list of excuses:
  1. Since we moved in April I've been so busy....
  2. By the time I get the kids to bed I'm exhausted....
  3. Maybe my life just isn't that interesting anymore...
But then I realized:
  1. I'm less busy than I was before I moved.
  2. I'm a night owl, I usually don't get to bed until after 12 am.
  3. My life never was interesting, I was just able to make people think it was.
I am only half-way joking about the last one. I think it boils down to two actual reasons, both of which I am ashamed. One, I haven't looked for the fascinating among the mundane and therefore have fooled myself into thinking I have a serious case of writer's block; and two, when we moved we got cable T.V. Enough said.

So here I am writing an entire post about why I haven't written. Let the entertainment begin!!



Blips of my life in the past three months and therefore possible future posts: