Gloom, Despair, and Agony on me…

As Phillipa Gordan in the book “Anne of the Island” would say, “I am having a Jonah day.” Today, I feel unloved, ugly, unredeemable, and selfish. I might as well just jump overboard and get eaten by a whale. It’s my own fault anyways. I figure that three days of being masticated in whale saliva is similar to letting bad thoughts eat me up on the inside. And darn that vine that was shading me from the sun. Why did it have to just go and wilt on me? The day was bad enough already. I deserve that vine! (And to those readers who are scratching your heads, if you want to catch the Biblical reference, read Jonah. It’s only like 8 pages long. I even tried to read it in Hebrew once. It’s not going to kill you.)

Well, I got to remember. Jonah caused his own torture, and God was the one who was willing to save. It was Jonah with the bad attitude, not God.

And God is good.
All the time.

Now, if I can only can believe it…

p.s. I did get emails today. Two people now want to interview me soon. One who’s seen my resume (at the University of Illinois); one who hasn’t (the private school in Austin). Who’ld have thought?

Snow and Redbud Trees

I had the strangest occurence today. While driving to work, it began snowing huge snow clumps for the sky. It was fairly light outside, although the sun wasn’t shining, and the grass and new leaves were still a beautiful spring green despite the near freezing temperatures. I drove slowly taking in the view. The redbud trees added another touch of color. Ther are at the height of their magenta budding. To make things even stranger, there was man mowing the lawn as it snowed. I wish you could be there to see the sights. My words do not do the scene justice.

Today’s view ranks with seeing rainbows after sunset and driving on orange streets after a storm.

Well, that’s it for today. Work was short. My project for tomorrow was cancelled. It’s just me in the weekend.

Revealing the Outcome

The unidentified female from the last post was successfully freed from her bonds this week. Praise God, the applications are all in, and while her mailbox at work is still missing, both the temp agency and her place of work has acknowledged her existence. She didn’t even have to hunt for a chair to sit down at her desk one time this week. Somebody had kindly left one for her.

(I haven’t mentioned this about work, but there aren’t enough chairs at work, so if people are working overtime, I have to work in the “stand-up” area where the computers are up high enough to work at standing up. Once the first shift gets off, there’s more than plenty chairs.)

Okay, I’m done with the third person bit. There is even more good news. My battery charger didn’t break after all. (Imagine me with huge sheepish look.) It turns out I didn’t take out a thin bit of plastic that kept the batteries from charging. I got to use my rechargeable batteries for the first time this evening, and they worked very well!

Here’s the new news in the land of Jenny. My little sister, Joanna, has successfully convienced me to apply to Summit Christian Academy to be a history teacher in the fall. At this point, the school is about to beg for me to come from what Joanna reports. Here’s the kicker. My little sister helped me get my very first job away from the farm, so I’ve been reluctant for her to arrange this one too. But beggers can’t be chosers, and in short time, I could see me taken on the role of begger if I don’t get a higher paying job or go back to school. Pride can be highly overated in these situations.