So for those who missed it last night I left work at 5:10. Picked Guy up where he left he new SUV and took him back to where he was having work done on his old SUV. I left him at 5:45. During that time he told me that working for a company had ruined me. They overpaid me and that I no longer have the work ethic I once did. He suggested I take Vitamin B-5 for my stress and Sharp Brain Supplement for my ADD. I was mostly too stunned to defend myself although I did to some degree. When I got home I told Mr. P about it. His exact words were, “You are like an abused woman who keeps going back for another black eye. How long are you going to put up with this?” I was quiet for most of the night but when I did start talking again, I told him that I have to stay here until we get the house closed and I receive the commission on the sale to pay off part of the loan I just did. I have been in real estate since 2004 and it has not been good to me. I have struggled as a single mother to keep a roof over mine and BG’s head. I left Guy in 2012 and that didn’t work out as I had hoped. I started with a company in 2014 and that didn’t work out. I stayed here in March so that I would have consistency of employment so that we could buy a house. That didn’t work out.
I opened an email last night and received the following:
“This is what came as I prayed.
I saw a little girl standing on the edge of a high dive.
Down in the water waited her father–who was beckoning and encouraging.
All the people behind her on the ladder were saying the same thing, “Jump!”
But as she peered over the edge, she was scared. All she could think of was how long it took to fall, and what would happen once she hit the water?
Of course she trusted her father down there waiting for her. She knew he wouldn’t let her sink.
But she thought about the long fall through the air, the heavy splash as she hit the water, the going under and the hope she wouldn’t go down too deep.
It would hurt to hit the water from that high up.
Yet the coaxing continued.
“It will only take a minute, then you’ll be popping of the water into your father’s arms.”
But that long minute . . .
“A minute from now you’ll be free. You’ll have done it and your father will embrace you.”
She peered over the edge again, it was a long, long way down.
His arms were open.
Yet she hesitated.
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What are you waiting for, Kim?
How many signs do you need?
Remember? It’s about trust–which is easy for me to say here in my house and not fearful of what may come in Alabama.
The gifts, talents, experiences and life you’ve been given have been overseen by a God who sees far beyond August 18, 2015.
He knows the hurts.
He knows the disappointments.
He knows what is coming and what has come.
But he’s put within you the resilience of a fighter who knows how to go under the water and come up again.
He’s giving you a man waiting to swim up behind the father to help.
You’re not alone.
You’re loved.
You’re talented and skilled.
You’ve been hurt, beaten, shaken and taken advantage of.
But you’re resilient and that’s what’s calling to you, today.”
__________________
I have to stay where I am until we get the loan closed, but after that I don’t know where I am going but it has to be better than where I have been
continued prayer for the firefighters and evacuees. Though the count is still only about fifty houses burned and no livestock lost, stories are beginning to trickle in through neighbors with feet on the ground. A guy had his horses loaded and was ready to go but the fire turned and came in too fast, the horses died in the trailer. A guy though he had lost eleven goats but then found one still alive. The others are presumed to be under the collapsed roof of the burned barn.
Crying for the above, including the horses and I can barely pray for Lee–so this is the prayer for him:
“Lord I cannot begin to grasp what is happening in the O household and what you possibly could be taking them through, much less your purposes. I pray that you would flood them with your grace, your mercy, your peace and that your love would be their guiding light. We pray for a miracle, just as we open our hands and say, we can only give this to you, it is too much for us to bear.
Please be with Lee, with Karen and the girls, as they walk through this fearsome situation. Guide them, lead them, be their strength.
Amen and amen. Praying for all the needs mentioned here today and yesterday. I saw the requests yesterday, but just didn’t have the words to say anything. I am sorry for all the difficult things so many of you are going through. Wish I could just give you all a big squeeze.
Thank all of you who clicked to show me your support. Today was difficult. He wants a detailed list of everything I do all day. It is micromanagement, but my husband told me today to do what I had to do.
Wandering Views 
So for those who missed it last night I left work at 5:10. Picked Guy up where he left he new SUV and took him back to where he was having work done on his old SUV. I left him at 5:45. During that time he told me that working for a company had ruined me. They overpaid me and that I no longer have the work ethic I once did. He suggested I take Vitamin B-5 for my stress and Sharp Brain Supplement for my ADD. I was mostly too stunned to defend myself although I did to some degree. When I got home I told Mr. P about it. His exact words were, “You are like an abused woman who keeps going back for another black eye. How long are you going to put up with this?” I was quiet for most of the night but when I did start talking again, I told him that I have to stay here until we get the house closed and I receive the commission on the sale to pay off part of the loan I just did. I have been in real estate since 2004 and it has not been good to me. I have struggled as a single mother to keep a roof over mine and BG’s head. I left Guy in 2012 and that didn’t work out as I had hoped. I started with a company in 2014 and that didn’t work out. I stayed here in March so that I would have consistency of employment so that we could buy a house. That didn’t work out.
I opened an email last night and received the following:
“This is what came as I prayed.
I saw a little girl standing on the edge of a high dive.
Down in the water waited her father–who was beckoning and encouraging.
All the people behind her on the ladder were saying the same thing, “Jump!”
But as she peered over the edge, she was scared. All she could think of was how long it took to fall, and what would happen once she hit the water?
Of course she trusted her father down there waiting for her. She knew he wouldn’t let her sink.
But she thought about the long fall through the air, the heavy splash as she hit the water, the going under and the hope she wouldn’t go down too deep.
It would hurt to hit the water from that high up.
Yet the coaxing continued.
“It will only take a minute, then you’ll be popping of the water into your father’s arms.”
But that long minute . . .
“A minute from now you’ll be free. You’ll have done it and your father will embrace you.”
She peered over the edge again, it was a long, long way down.
His arms were open.
Yet she hesitated.
—————————————–
What are you waiting for, Kim?
How many signs do you need?
Remember? It’s about trust–which is easy for me to say here in my house and not fearful of what may come in Alabama.
The gifts, talents, experiences and life you’ve been given have been overseen by a God who sees far beyond August 18, 2015.
He knows the hurts.
He knows the disappointments.
He knows what is coming and what has come.
But he’s put within you the resilience of a fighter who knows how to go under the water and come up again.
He’s giving you a man waiting to swim up behind the father to help.
You’re not alone.
You’re loved.
You’re talented and skilled.
You’ve been hurt, beaten, shaken and taken advantage of.
But you’re resilient and that’s what’s calling to you, today.”
__________________
I have to stay where I am until we get the loan closed, but after that I don’t know where I am going but it has to be better than where I have been
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continued prayer for the firefighters and evacuees. Though the count is still only about fifty houses burned and no livestock lost, stories are beginning to trickle in through neighbors with feet on the ground. A guy had his horses loaded and was ready to go but the fire turned and came in too fast, the horses died in the trailer. A guy though he had lost eleven goats but then found one still alive. The others are presumed to be under the collapsed roof of the burned barn.
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Crying for the above, including the horses and I can barely pray for Lee–so this is the prayer for him:
“Lord I cannot begin to grasp what is happening in the O household and what you possibly could be taking them through, much less your purposes. I pray that you would flood them with your grace, your mercy, your peace and that your love would be their guiding light. We pray for a miracle, just as we open our hands and say, we can only give this to you, it is too much for us to bear.
Please be with Lee, with Karen and the girls, as they walk through this fearsome situation. Guide them, lead them, be their strength.
In Jesus name, alone,”
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Amen and amen. Praying for all the needs mentioned here today and yesterday. I saw the requests yesterday, but just didn’t have the words to say anything. I am sorry for all the difficult things so many of you are going through. Wish I could just give you all a big squeeze.
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Thank you, Michelle. I just read that to Lee. We were both moved by it.
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Thank all of you who clicked to show me your support. Today was difficult. He wants a detailed list of everything I do all day. It is micromanagement, but my husband told me today to do what I had to do.
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