Something kind of cool happened today. I was working in the newborn nursery, and there were a whole lot of babies in there. I didn’t have much to do right away, so I chose a baby that wasn’t getting any direct attention at the moment and I picked her up to calm her down because she was crying a little bit. Eventually the nurse and I began to assess her, and that’s when we realized that she was a VIP baby. She was adorable, and I took care of her all morning.
(If you haven’t figured it out yet, you need to click the link to see whose baby it was I took care of. I just feel weird about writing the name here. Apparently there was a guy hanging around outside the nursery last night, and when a nurse finally asked him what he was doing there he replied, “I hear you have a VIP here.” She replied, “All of my patients are VIPs.” Some people are creepy.)
In other news, I am really stressed about money right now, and I don’t like it one bit. Remember how I mentioned that I was trying to make extra money by filling out internet surveys? Well, it doesn’t work. I have tried, and it’s not worth it. This article explains why not. So I’m looking for other ways to earn money, but right now the only solution I can find is to work as much as possible and then just borrow money if I have to.
My situation is actually to the point where I’m afraid I’m not going to be able to pay my bills next month. Just one month more is all I need to make it, and then I’ll get another loan installment. I’d really like to make it without borrowing money, but things just aren’t lining up right now. I paid the hefty registration fee for our Texas Independence Relay team out of my own money, and I still haven’t been reimbursed from four people for that. I went way over on my cell phone minutes last month (aka the most stressful month of my life) and my bill is three times its normal amount. I checked the mail today to find a notice from a collection agency regarding a movie I rented and never returned, then spent the afternoon on the phone trying to figure that out, and then just kind of broke down. My wonderful boyfriend tells me that I have nothing to worry about as long as he’s working, but I just can’t help but get emotional and stress about it. I don’t mean to whine. It’s just constantly on my mind and I had to get it out.
Luke 6:20 – “Blessed are you who are poor, for yours is the kingdom of God.” Right now I’m hoping Jesus meant this literally.
From Tabaitha:
First, newborn babies are so precious and it’s so neat that you were able to take care of them, let alone TMac’s little one.
Second, I will be praying for you. I have been in your situation before and still wonder at times how everything will come together. Hang in there. I know that doesn’t help you now, but knowing that people are praying for you and truely care means all the world to me and hopefully it will mean something to you too!
From Tabaitha:
btw, check out this blog. i don’t know this family personally but came across their story and pray for their family daily. today, the dad john, wrote about faith and it was refreshing to read about it.
http://thesherrillstory.blogspot.com/
From Megan:
First of all, Jesus absolutely meant that literally. Or at least, when Luke wrote that Jesus said it, Luke intended for the reader of his gospel to infer that Jesus meant that the actual poor people are the ones who are blessed. We use the word wrong all the time.
Second, speaking of creepy: What kind of husband/father plays a game right after the birth of their child?!? I don’t care who you are or how much money you make (and thus how “blessed” you are in the wrongly-used sense of the word), you stay by the woman who just squeezed out a whole new person who shares your DNA!
I think you should take David up on his offer of being your sugar-daddy. That’s what he implied, right? I, too, have been the recipient of some of the fruit of his labor occasionally. :) (Thanks for the $20, David!)
From admin:
Megan: I agree that Jesus meant it literally, actually. But I was just trying to be cute here, because I don’t think I really qualify as “poor” in the way Jesus meant it.
From Megan:
Oh, my dear Kathleen… You don’t ever have to try to be cute. You just are. And you’re probably right about not qualifying as poor. But, downtrodden? Perhaps.
From Katy:
OMG. Who still hasn’t paid. For crying out loud! This is rididulous!