I have been so frustrated with the internet access here at camp, I almost threw my computer off of the porch this morning. Needless to say, it's been awhile since I've had some solid online time.
Well, it's day 5 of week 2 on our assignment. Let me give you a little picture of what's been going on: fried okra, creamed corn, hashbrown casserole, fried chicken, green bean casserole, cornbread, fried pickles, apple cobbler. No folks, that's not the entire left side of the bojangles menu...that was my dinner last night. Yikes. I tried to go for a "jog" this morning, but it didn't work out too well (i.e. I can only jog for about 1 minute before I'm completely worn out and then have to walk the rest of the way). I've come to realize that I have a pretty distorted view of myself. Somebody took a picture of my parents and I last week while they were here, and when I saw it I thought, "Either the camera adds 50 lbs. or I AM FAT". I definitely always think I look better than I actually do....not sure if that's a good or bad thing, but I'm gonna try and work on it.
A week has gone by since I was offered (and accepted) a position with Beaufort County Child Protective Services. Basically, I will be investigating and assessing reports of child abuse or neglect and working with the families. I never wanted to work in CPS before, but this job just fell into my lap and I am pretty sure that this is what the Lord wants me to do. It is going to be very intense and emotionally draining. But now I think I understand my purpose in being here at Windy Gap for a month. REST, and prepare. I think the Lord really wants me to have this month of down time to draw closer to Him so that I can truly help these sweet children of His that don't deserve to be abused and neglected. I know that I can do it with God's help, and nothing less.
I've taken a few pics since we've been here, but I haven't figured out how to post them yet, so I'll try and get those up soon. Off to see Sex and the City in Asheville!
Now what?
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