Today, I continued to try to "get glad in the same pants I got mad" in (except they were actually different pants of course, it being a different day and all). To do this I did a couple of things.
1) I talked to my best friend Victoria, who is an amazing and wonderful woman and mother (and probably the only reader of this blog so I have to lavish on the praise generously). :D Victoria is the person I freely rant and rave to. I tell her who I'm crushing on, who I'm about to kill, etc.
2) I realized that despite everything, God has been really good to me. I came home to help things settle down at home, to cook and clean and help my mom. And while I don't know how much of a help I've been to my mom, I do know that she sounds about a hundred times more positive. And I know that I love her beyond words.
I also realized that God has blessed me with an incredible job that I love. For the past two and a half weeks, I have been training to work at a Domestic Violence shelter for women and children. I get to help protect and defend those who have gone through physical and emotional tragedies. I get to be a voice and a light. And I love it. Not everyone is grateful, and there are problems upon problems that occur every day. But, I love it.
I love working with the moms, but I especially adore the children. I love the challenge that comes from solving a problem, whether it be logistical or emotional. I love helping people and showing them that life can be different. That they DO have power, and that they don't have to stand alone. The shelter is behind them. I am behind them.
Many of the women who come in don't know how to do basic things like cooking or cleaning. Some of them have never been allowed to handle their own money and finances. A few of them are in custody battles or are afraid of losing their beloved children (because they do love them, they really do) to the state.
My job allows me to speak out and to guide. I am able to defend them, not only from their abusers but from themselves. And, while I know and understand that I can't help/save everybody, I love that I am in a place where I can try.
Thank you God. You know just what I needed, what I wanted, even when I didn't.
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