Working Mom Blues and My Strange Clown Reasonings, The Lion Kill Saga Continues

Look who has moved in on the lions kill now! Can you tell what he is?

That's right! He's a lonely coyote.

Sorry, I couldn't resist this cartoon! You have to work in an emergency room to fully appreciate it, but sufficient to say, it's a regular occurrence where ever you go. I so relate!

Not all that long ago I had a nightmare about a freakish clown. Really, I did. Yes, the clown saga continues..... It was more like an answer to prayer. Yes, I'm going to be a little "out there" on this post, so don't read any further if you can't take "way out there" chicks ;-) Add to that, its 3am and I'm on my third shift in row. I had been really frustrated about some of the people that I have worked hard to reach out to. It seemed like no matter what I did, they were determined not to be my friend. I was feeling rather discouraged about it, and so I took the matter to God in prayer. That's when I had the strange dream. This funny clown looking person with a fake smile (painted on - not really real) wearing an Afro wig came up to me. It put its arms out to give me a hug. Just as I was putting my arms around it to respond to the hug, it reached over my shoulders and stabbed me in the back. Yeah, it was a bizarre dream. No I didn't eat too much pizza that night. I prayed about what the dream could mean, and suddenly I just knew. It was about some of the people that I was feeling frustrated over. The relationships hadn't gone anywhere, because they would be harmful to me. God was sparing me from troubles that would have developed. I had peace about not pursuing those people anymore. Yeah, I know its weird, but that's just how I process things.

Why I am tormenting you with my strange pondering? I guess because sometimes a lesson learned for me is one to be shared with all. We can't be everything to everybody, and when we try, we become exhausted, spread ourselves too thin, and ultimately fail. Some relationships are best let go of for our own benefit. For me, I was trying to make something happen that would have been detrimental to myself. I am always willing to reach out to whoever is in need of a friend, but my close friends are loyal, true and faithful. The inner core of friends I trust with my heart are true. They're the same person around me, as when I'm not there. They've always got my back. I hope as you're developing relationships with people around you, you'll keep your eyes peeled for clowns wearing Afro wigs. If you see any, you better not let them give you any hugs ;-)

Matthew 7:6Do not give what is holy to the dogs; nor cast your pearls before swine, lest they trample them under their feet, and turn and tear you in pieces.
Proverbs 12:26 (New King James Version)26 The righteous should choose his friends carefully, For the way of the wicked leads them astray.

frolicking feathers

Today has been quite an interesting day. I officially ended my 2 month white sugar fast. I lost a total of 12 lbs and gained back old jeans I haven't worn for a long time not to mention spiritual growth.
Our girls weight loss/accountability group converged and chose to celebrate my victory with homemade brownies, ice cream, and homemade Carmel sauce. I awarded our hostess, Silverbell, with some good smelling bath and body lotion and a trashy white feathered "Fredrick's of Hollywood" get up. I had scored this gem at the Salvation Army just this past month for $4. I assured her that I had washed and dried it before giving it to her as a gift. I also confided to her I had worn it once, (but not for very long). This erupted a chortle of giggles and no end to conversation pieces which I am not at liberty to discuss. All in all, our meeting was a great success and we all received prayer and encouragement from one another. Our favorite Bible verse gravitated toward "the marriage bed being undefiled". We also read the first chapter of "For Women Only" by Shaunti Feldham (which I recommend hands down)!
My husband is prospering greatly with his newly acquired hobby of re-selling ammo. I am very proud of his endeavors. I can never say too many good things about him. He's got a knack for investing well.
Tonight I am working again, hence my 3am post. My buzz of frothy lattes and Carmel brownies is readily wearing down as I type, but the memory lives on. I'm ashamed to admit that I visited the candy machine here to boot. Oh the carnal nature, ever gripping at my abs. When I called earlier, I could hear Moonbeam screeching and laughing loudly. I'm afraid she may have been feeling "the breast milk buzz" from my morning festivities.
Yesterday I almost got into a fight with a waitress and a grocery store clerk. I will spare you the details of my frustrations. Sufficient to say that I was able to hold my tongue and my temper for the most part. Something loudly reminded me that it didn't matter if I was being wronged. These women needed their jobs more than I needed to be right. I have the odd, giddy feeling that God is indeed getting through to me at times. Perhaps it is my newly acquired sugar buzz.