The Beautiful Diamond

12-11-14 I bought a house last March, and am just now getting to "personalize" it.  I'm slow at working on it, so it'll probably be years before each room is themed as I "dreamed".  A few weeks ago we painted the main portions of the guest bedroom (aka ceiling and walls).  We coated the trim in sticky blue tape.  I'm ready to decorate the room, but the room is not.  The closet is still in rough shape and the trim definitely needs repainting.  However when I was taking off the tape to see how much touching up was needed, I looked at the room and thought "this is a beautiful mess".  Weird.  My entire house is a mess.  There are loads of dishes to do in the sink, I have a path in my bedroom and only one spot to sit on my couch.  It's pretty bad.  So why did I think this was a beautiful mess?  I've thought that about a knitting project with yarn shapes everywhere, but an entire room? Then it's like God showed me the object less...

Summer 2013 Dear God, My support system has been taken from me.  I'm so glad you had me visit a friend and get out of the city prior to/during this is happening, I'm not sure I could have handled it otherwise.  I'm so confused.  I know my college ministry was getting a new director, but why is he literally tearing the walls down? I see the picture on facebook of the broken wall with many likes, but I feel sick.  When were they going to tell me I had to move out?  The new minister is my "friend" on facebook, why didn't he send me a message?  Why is the only one giving me information acting like I should have known this was coming?  Why are they moving so quickly?  I can't move out until the other girls move out of the place I'm moving into, but that's not for several days yet.  Where am I going to stay in the mean time? I have to pack so I can't stay out of the city.  What am I to do?  Why are they doing this? The Wayward Chemist...

Summer 2013 Dear God, Thanks for providing merciful professors that helped me graduate.  I know if it weren't for you and them, I wouldn't have made it.  I guess now it's time for me to be patient while I wait to hear back from CTEH.  From how the timing worked (hearing from them about the application right before going on the mission trip, then having the interview right afterward), I thought that was the job you wanted me to do.  But I'm guessing it's not, since they've neither called me nor responded to my follow up calls with an answer of any sort.  Why don't people call back when they say they will?  If they didn't want me, why couldn't they have just told me so (some closure would be nice)? Help me to be a woman and professional of my word, The Wayward Chemist

Spring 2011 Dear God, I thought you wanted me to do the research, but the professor I was going to do a project with is gone now.  I thought that cancer research was the path you had for me.  But there's no one left here at UCA in that field that will take me.  I'm running out of time for getting my senior research started, none the less picked.  Where am I suppose to go from here?  Josh does his research in water, so I know a little about that... is that where I need to go? Water? Love, The Wayward Chemist