Seeing Both Sides to a Rainy Day

I just signed a contract today to work in the Dominican Republic, today, as in a couple of hours ago. I am still kind of freakin out. I have prayed my face off about my decision to go; I didn’t wake up this morning with a crazy idea to move to the DR. Before I bog you down with the craziness that is going on inside of my mind (what am I going to pack, how am I going to sell my car, will I make any friends, why does my right arm still hurt after the Hep A shot yesterday) I will fill you in with where I have seen God in all of this. I applied for this position sometime before spring break last semester and had my first interview shortly after. During the initial interview the job was explained to me and immediately my heart came alive! I wanted to go right then! It’s like when you start hearing about something you knew you were almost made to do, it was awesome. After the phone conversation I talked with my parents who did not think this was a great idea, in fact they thought the exact opposite. At this point I am on my face before God because I hold it a very high priority in my life to honor my parents and I couldn’t go without their support… so I asked God that he would change either my heart towards the job or theirs. He turned theirs!!!! They are still apprehensive about letting their little girl go but what parent wouldn’t? Next was the discernment process of whether or not this is where God wanted me to go. I was praying in the prayer chapel at my school and I just said to God “I wish I could just ask you to send someone to me to say Heather go to the DR, but I know half of the fun is learning to hear your voice” and I moved on. That night I went to Chi Alpha and towards the end I was about to leave but something compelled me to stay a little longer, so I did. Marilyn came right up to me and said “God told me you should go, well not in those exact words but what He was saying to me was your heart can’t be in two places…you need to go” I said to her ok if I get the offer I will go. Two months later I am sitting here with an offer letter wondering if God wants me to take the offer…He knows sometimes I have selective hearing.

So today I took a shopping excursion that was truly like trekking through the Amazon. One of the stores I sadly spent most of my time and money at was Wal-Mart, do not be alarmed I came out fine and did not get to hurt by the Wal-Mart Haze. What is the Wal-Mart Haze you ask? Well it is a substance that cannot be seen and it carries no smell, but it is sure to engulf every suspect who comes within a mile of Wal-Mart. The Haze has some severe side effects but before you run to your doctor for a checkup let me explain the symptoms because remember knowledge is half the battle. Upon entering the haze you must drive carefully because while you have not been exposed to the Haze yet the pedestrians and cars leaving the parking lot have. You can spot them they are the ones making elementary driving errors, or randomly crossing the street. Upon entering the store you are now at risk of the Wal-Mart Haze! I have developed 3 easy steps that can be taken so that you don’t become totally overcome by the Haze.

Step 1: before leaving create a list so as to not lollygag and inhale more Haze than necessary

Step 2: stick to the list!

Step 3: take shallow breaths, but not so shallow that you pass out!

It sounds easy as you are reading this from your computer screen or contemplating you next trip to Wal-Mart but when you are in the Haze nothing could be harder. Next time you go to Wal-Mart you will know what I am talking about.

This is so strange and foreign to me…but also an adventure to embark upon. I feel like i need a cold rainy day, a coffee, and a big sweater in order to be a blogger. i guess i need to work on not having stereotypes of people. so this is really a test run with no expectation of having readers. i started this blog so people can keep tabs on my adventures…and as for the blog name, yeah its totally edgy and awesome and created by me. it came out of an emails i would send to my Grandma, she living in Indiana would write about terrible and gloomy rainy days while i, living in Arizona would write back about the beauty of a long awaited rainy day. so there you have it, you have those days where a rainy day is something you dance in and other rainy days you just let the tears fall, but such is life