Prayer Requests 1-15-20

It’s Wednesday, so don’t forget Ajissun and the folks in The Gambia.

Anyone else?

Psalm 136

Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good.
   His love endures forever.
Give thanks to the God of gods.
   His love endures forever.
Give thanks to the Lord of lords:
   His love endures forever.

to him who alone does great wonders,
   His love endures forever.
who by his understanding made the heavens,
   His love endures forever.
who spread out the earth upon the waters,
   His love endures forever.
who made the great lights—
   His love endures forever.
the sun to govern the day,
   His love endures forever.
the moon and stars to govern the night;
   His love endures forever.

10 to him who struck down the firstborn of Egypt
   His love endures forever.
11 and brought Israel out from among them
   His love endures forever.
12 with a mighty hand and outstretched arm;
   His love endures forever.

13 to him who divided the Red Sea[a] asunder
   His love endures forever.
14 and brought Israel through the midst of it,
   His love endures forever.
15 but swept Pharaoh and his army into the Red Sea;
   His love endures forever.

16 to him who led his people through the wilderness;
   His love endures forever.

17 to him who struck down great kings,
   His love endures forever.
18 and killed mighty kings—
   His love endures forever.
19 Sihon king of the Amorites
   His love endures forever.
20 and Og king of Bashan—
   His love endures forever.
21 and gave their land as an inheritance,
   His love endures forever.
22 an inheritance to his servant Israel.
   His love endures forever.

23 He remembered us in our low estate
   His love endures forever.
24 and freed us from our enemies.
   His love endures forever.
25 He gives food to every creature.
   His love endures forever.

26 Give thanks to the God of heaven.
   His love endures forever.

11 thoughts on “Prayer Requests 1-15-20

  1. My latest work situation is that Clare (who was the broker before I was and stayed for two and half years to help me) has officially retired. We shared an office.
    Back in the Spring one of the agents came to me and told me “you act like you have one foot out the door and we need you to take your coat off and stay a while”. I took his constructive criticism to heart and started making changes. I had the office painted (at my expense) I had my nephew paint a piece of art for me. I bought a clock to go over the door, and Clare and the above mentioned agent bought a mirror for me for my birthday. (Clare took her clock and mirror and I had gotten used to them).
    I was really looking forward to having “Kim Space”. Event at home I don’t have that because Mr. P and Little Miss rule this space. I love my husband and Little Miss but the whole house revolves around them and their comfort to the point I have given up. His back issues rule the “comfort” of the furniture. My new sofa I bought almost two years ago? I would be embarrassed to drop it off at Goodwill. The cat threw up on it so much that it has been washed to the point the zipper has ripped out of one of the cushion covers. It has juice stains and he lets her jump on it. BG wasn’t allowed to ruin the furniture.
    Yesterday the Market Center Administrator came to me and told me that an agent wants to be in the MC and she is going to come into MY office. I told him NO but I still lost the argument. To say I am upset over this pales in description of how I feel. I am devastated and heartbroken are the only words that come to mind but even to me those words sound too dramatic. I have been awake half the night worrying over this and how to change it. I even asked God to change the way I feel over this.
    Agents come to talk to me about their problems and their sales, and contacts. I feel as their broker there needs to be a certain level of confidentiality in what is discussed in my office and I can’t have that if someone I don’t know is sharing that space. It makes my stomach hurt to think about it. It kept me awake last night.

    Please pray that I present my case in such a way that I am understood on my stand or pray I change. Something has to give and I don’t like feeling this way. I really am depressed over this latest turn of events.

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  2. One of our relatives has a new county job that became extremely politicized within a few weeks of moving to the community. Boss was fired last week and a someone who doesn’t know anything about the situation (the Public Health Officer), has been handed this hot potato to be in charge last Friday.

    My young relative, who is very, very good, has not had a day off since she started and is working 18 hour days.

    Political situation came to a noisy, nasty head with the county last night and the anger is flying–not at her, she’s viewed as the solution to a very sticky problem which is consuming many who live here.

    Anyway, it will only continue to be miserable. This is an impossible situation exacerbated by well-meaning group of enablers and courts that don’t help anyone, really, with their rulings.

    And, of course, it costs lots and lots of money.

    I’m concerned about HER. She’s fleeing the state for a weekend away on Saturday, but since phone calls can follow her . . .

    Not a believer, but a good person who knows we’re praying for her.

    And unlike so many others, she has a track record of solving this problem from her job in a former state. (Which is why they hired her, but why take her advice?)

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  3. Kim – Praying you will be able to carve out a little niche in your own home to be your quiet place, so to speak, and that others will be cooperative with that. Also that Mr P would be more considerate of your needs and desires in regards to the home.

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  4. It was very nice, Cheryl. It ended with an impromptu “shredding party” in my bedroom, where my and Hubby’s desks are.

    After looking up how long various files need to be kept, Nightingale had gone through her files, which had been collecting stuff for years, and had a couple big piles to shred (papers with sensitive info). When she was shredding the other day, the shredder had a “jammed paper” alert and stopped working. She had gotten out all the paper she could, and didn’t see a jam, so she thought she was going to have to buy a new one.

    I don’t know how the subject came up last night, but Chickadee decided to see if she could do anything to fix it. She got out some more pieces of paper, and then accidentally discovered that it gives that alert when the “drawer” is not shut completely tight. So then Nightingale asked if she and Boy wanted to help her shred pile number one, and they said yes. (Pile number two will be shredded at a later time.)

    It was just a light-hearted little thing, but pleasant, with us chatting as they shredded the papers. It pleased me that Chickadee seemed to be enjoying herself, and did not seem eager to be taken back to the McK’s. (Although they left shortly after that.)

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  5. Oh, Kim, that sounds so unfair. I feel for you as I recall being shuffled around at our office and losing my space there several times. I will pray, of course.

    And prayers for Michelle’s young relative. That’s such a tough position to be in.

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  6. Kim, if you shared the office with someone else up till now, do they simply see it as a two-person office? It definitely seems like you can make the point of needing privacy with your job, but not that they are establishing a new precedent, because it was already a two-person office.

    I do understand the desire for one’s own “space.” When I was marrying my husband, he’d been a single dad for several years and had set up his bedroom as a pretty cool “bachelor pad.” He’d turned the second closet into a little computer cubby and put a card table and chairs in there, and a TV facing the bed. He also had several bookcases of books. The girls were free to hang out in there with him, to play games, lounge on the bed watching TV, or get on the computer. And I said I understood how that concept worked wonderfully for them, but I was coming into an established family and I could not “retreat” to the bedroom and find teenagers in there. They would be free to go into their bedrooms and close the door, and I needed that much space too. It didn’t bother me (of course) that my husband could come and go in that space, but it could not be a family hangout or I could not survive the overnight transition into being a wife and mom. Some of my friends said, “Oh, don’t ban them from the bedroom entirely, just feel free to tell them you need them to leave if you need some space.” And I said no, I need the bedroom to be our space, not theirs. (My parents also had a bedroom that was “off limits” to kids except with explicit permission, and that actually seemed like wisdom, even apart from entering a family that already had teenagers in it.) I also told him I couldn’t have a TV in the bedroom; I told him that before I married him so I wouldn’t be a wife bossing her husband around, but I told him I would find it a serious hindrance to rest and to intimacy, and to me it was just a non-negotiable, not something I “wouldn’t” do, but something I “couldn’t” do. It was gone before we married.

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