kat6661990
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I just wanted to share this with everyone on here. This is a blog post that I just finished writing, however, I wanted to share it with my family in the JoS group aswell. Here's the link to my blog also, if you want to check that out. http://children-of-enki.blogspot.com/
The other night I found myself in an all too familiar situation. I sat staring at my computer screen, a feeling of complete hopelessness washing over me as I allowed a tear to roll down my cheek. For the past seven months I have been working to rebuild my life and to make something for myself. Once again, however, I found myself feeling so lost and hopeless, seeing no clear way out of my problem. I put every bit of effort I could into finding a new job for myself, determined to regain the footing I had lost. It seemed that all my efforts were in vain, for every application I handed in, returned nothing I had hoped for. I soon lost hope, but I never gave up.
I didn't think of myself as weak for a knew that I was doing everything within my power to secure a job. No matter how hard I tried though, it never made a difference. I prayed to Father Enki every time I applied for a new job, asking for his support. And every time, I never got the job, no matter how much effort I put into it. I was starting to feel like my Father had abandoned me, but yet, I still prayed for his help.
The other night, as I sat here for what felt like the hundredth time, tears falling down my face, I felt so hopeless. But I was stronger than that. Crying and feeling sorry for myself never got me anywhere. So I forced myself to push such feelings out of my head. I needed a break for a bit, maybe read a book for a while or watch a movie. In the end, I settled on the idea that what I really needed was a friend to talk to. I picked up my phone and sent one of my close friends a message telling him that I wasn't really feeling that great. He asked me what was wrong, and I was glad to be able to let it all out. I was not prepared for his reply though.
He told me of his plans to rent a house out with one of his friends and I was always welcome to the third room if I felt like I needed to get away from all this. If I were to agree, I would be living in a town with far more jobs than this one, with people I know, and the freedom I so longed for. At first, I wasn't sure what to say. After so long, I was finally being presented with the one thing I longed for the most. And for some reason, I didn't know if I should accept.
After much thinking however, I decided that I would be an idiot to refuse. After all the energy I put into this, I couldn't just walk away. Father hadn't abandoned me. He had given me exactly what I asked for. All I needed was to be patient and to trust in him. So within two months, I expect to be writing these blog posts from the other side of Australia, and I owe it all to our amazing Father Enki.
The other night I found myself in an all too familiar situation. I sat staring at my computer screen, a feeling of complete hopelessness washing over me as I allowed a tear to roll down my cheek. For the past seven months I have been working to rebuild my life and to make something for myself. Once again, however, I found myself feeling so lost and hopeless, seeing no clear way out of my problem. I put every bit of effort I could into finding a new job for myself, determined to regain the footing I had lost. It seemed that all my efforts were in vain, for every application I handed in, returned nothing I had hoped for. I soon lost hope, but I never gave up.
I didn't think of myself as weak for a knew that I was doing everything within my power to secure a job. No matter how hard I tried though, it never made a difference. I prayed to Father Enki every time I applied for a new job, asking for his support. And every time, I never got the job, no matter how much effort I put into it. I was starting to feel like my Father had abandoned me, but yet, I still prayed for his help.
The other night, as I sat here for what felt like the hundredth time, tears falling down my face, I felt so hopeless. But I was stronger than that. Crying and feeling sorry for myself never got me anywhere. So I forced myself to push such feelings out of my head. I needed a break for a bit, maybe read a book for a while or watch a movie. In the end, I settled on the idea that what I really needed was a friend to talk to. I picked up my phone and sent one of my close friends a message telling him that I wasn't really feeling that great. He asked me what was wrong, and I was glad to be able to let it all out. I was not prepared for his reply though.
He told me of his plans to rent a house out with one of his friends and I was always welcome to the third room if I felt like I needed to get away from all this. If I were to agree, I would be living in a town with far more jobs than this one, with people I know, and the freedom I so longed for. At first, I wasn't sure what to say. After so long, I was finally being presented with the one thing I longed for the most. And for some reason, I didn't know if I should accept.
After much thinking however, I decided that I would be an idiot to refuse. After all the energy I put into this, I couldn't just walk away. Father hadn't abandoned me. He had given me exactly what I asked for. All I needed was to be patient and to trust in him. So within two months, I expect to be writing these blog posts from the other side of Australia, and I owe it all to our amazing Father Enki.
