Monday night was hard. So hard, that I had to wonder if I was crazy for taking this job. Frankly, I wasn't sure if I was doing the right thing. Tuesday I spent the whole day just exhausted, even after a full "night's" sleep. (quotes, because it was daytime. duh.)
I was cranky. I was crabby. I was whiny.
I went to work anyway.
On my way, I prayed for God to make the night a little easier than the night before.
I think I might have actually asked for it to be a LOT easier, but I don't remember.
There was much rambling and whining.
I even posted a note on facebook for my friends to pray.
Then I went in to work.
I couldn't get through security.
Somehow, because of a computer glitch, the security gates thought I wasn't scheduled to work.
I called my manager.
I called her cell phone.
Still no answer.
I waited about 15 minutes and tried again.
She answered her cell and told me to sit tight and she'd come get me.
In an air conditioned building.
In a chair.
For two hours.
On the clock.
Well, technically, I was only on the clock for an hour and a half of that, but that's not the point.
I asked God for a break. He gave me one that I'd never have thought to ask for.
I cast all my cares upon Him, and he cared FOR me.
Because He loves me.
And that's how He rolls.